Having managed a short walk the day before, I decided to stretch my legs a little further over Ashdown Forest. On the list of places to visit were the North Pole, Eeyore’s Gloomy Place, Galleons Leap, The Enchanted Place, Sandypit and Poohsticks Bridge.
Well after a good first day of 47 miles, I found the following day after about 10 miles I had pins and needles in my left leg. After a brief stop they went away and I continued, but another 5 miles or so and I had shooting pains and no power in my left leg to push on the peddle. I decided to stop and not proceed any further, I will have to start over another day.
Visited the Cartoon Museum
to see the “Heath Robinsonâ€™s Helpful Solutions” exhibition (5 July â€“ 7 October 2007). I would highly recommend a visit, as it is the largest exhibition of William Heath Robinsonâ€™s
(1872-1944) humorous drawings for 15 years. My favourite was Deceiving The Invader As To The State Of The Tide.
Not content with just having one delicacy, Melton Mowbray is the home to several – the most famous is probably the Melton Mowbray Pork Pie.
The oldest remaining bakers of authentic Melton Mowbray Pork Pies in the town centre today are Dickinson & Morris, who have been baking pork pies there since 1851
. After being refurbished after a fire in 1992 their shop – or as they call it “Ye Olde Pork Pie Shoppe” – can be visited on Nottingham Street. The shop celebrated its 150th Anniversary of pork pie making in 2001, and I am sure not many shops can match that!
After and early start (apparently there is a 6 o’clock in the morning), a full day at the Birdfair, and seeing 7 opsreys at Rutland Water, there was quite some need for sustenance. Thankfully we were not far from Melton Mowbray the home of pork pies and Melton Hunt Cake.
Melton Hunt Cake is a rich, moist fruit cake first created by Joseph Morris in 1854 for members of the local hunt. The cake is still made using the original recipe and method, combining the finest ingredients: sultanas, currants, muscovado sugar, butter, fresh eggs, cherries and almonds all enhanced with Caribbean Rum.
I felt I could manage a few miles today on the bicycle, after not being too well for a week or so, and ended up doing a circuit of 21 miles in a couple of hours – which felt just about right.
The bike trailer that I ordered more than a month ago has also turned up at the shop this afternoon, so the next ride will be with a small trailer load…
Until now I had always had a rest day (or two) between cycle rides, this would mean any LEJOG attempt would take quite a while. A dinner invitation from Anna gave me the perfect opportunity to see if I could manage 2 consecutive days of cycling.
Much of the cycling to date has been in relativity flat surroundings, and rather rashly I thought it was time today to set myself the challenge: to make it to the top of Ditchling Beacon
– the 3rd highest point along the South Downs – and make it back in one piece. I did not choose the most direct route to take, as I am still sticking to minor roads wherever possible, and in all I would cover around 37 miles.
Another Wednesday, and while the weather was a bit variable, another cycle ride. I have been trying to stick as much to small roads, which is a bit limiting as this bit of Sussex is hemmed in by large ‘A’ roads like the A26 and A27, but I had worked out a route that would take me to Wilmington.
The Long Man of Wilmington, Europeâ€™s largest representation of the human form at 235 feet high, nestles under the steep northern slope of Windover Hill at Wilmington. It is large enough to be seen clearly in Google Maps
, though it looks stretched from the air.
With the weather forecast better on the coast than further inland, Tim, Ruth and Keshni came down for an afternoon walk along the Sussex coast. It worked out nicely, with glorious views of the Downs and sea, bathed in warm sunshine and a gently cooling sea breeze.
Parking at Exceat Bridge car park we headed south along the river to Cuckmere Haven, where the tide was just out far enough to allow some good views along the coast. The walk up the first of the Seven Sisters kept us honest by stretching out our calf muscles for the first time on this walk. The view back along the beach was worth it though, and the views to the east were most enticing.