For our review of the 2014 event read here. Otherwise read on to find out what we thought of the 2013 one.
I’m not a fan of heavy rain. After running Reading Half Marathon in atrocious conditions earlier this year I’m firmly of the opinion that my enjoyment of outdoor activities is weather dependent.
When the other half decided to enter a local mountain biking event, Uptonogood, I held off making a decision until the day beforehand so I could check the weather forecast first. Despite very windy conditions there was no rain predicted so I signed up too.
The event was family friendly, with 5 and 12 mile off-road rides alongside 25 and 45 mile routes for adults. Eldest daughter and other half entered the 12 mile ride with a mid-morning start time. My son had other activities early on so we opted for the 5 mile ride starting at 1.30pm
Fast forward to the morning of the event and the Met Office had sneakily updated their forecast to one showing an 80% chance of heavy rain, hail and thunder at 1pm. Aargh!
My son and I left at noon to cycle to Upton, where the event was being held. Despite setting off in sunshine there were some ominous clouds in the direction we were heading, and I was glad we’d brought waterproofs. We arrived in time for a BBQ lunch and homemade cakes, and met up with the other half of the family who’d just finished the 12 miler.
The rain started a few minutes before we set off. It was pretty light to begin with, but soon progressed to a torrential downpour.
The first part of the ride took us out of the village towards the Ridgeway. After a short road stretch, we soon headed upwards onto the Downs. I know the area well, and it’s a lovely cycle ride, but the downpour did spoil things a little! We tried hiding under trees for a few minutes, in the hope that it would pass over, but we’d have been waiting quite a while.
The route was well signposted, and on good tracks. A short section through a field was incredibly slippy, resulting in a few of the kids parting from their bicycles. The rain was unrelenting, and all of the riders were soaked through with mud streaks up our backs; we looked like proper mountain bikers!
The last part of the ride was on tarmac, albeit most of this had disappeared under streams. We cycled through deep puddles as we were already so wet it didn’t seem like it would make a difference.
As we rode down the track back into Upton the rain started to ease and by the time we finished blue sky and sun had reappeared. Still, getting off our bikes was a very uncomfortable experience as we were soaked to the skin and had squelchy shoes. Despite the weather, we had a fun time. I’d certainly enter again, hopefully on a longer dry ride next year!
I was disheartened recently when I mentioned to my youngest how lovely the weather was going to be at the weekend, and he replied “Oh no, that means we’ll have to go for a walk!”
It was a true assumption though as we like to get out into the countryside as much as possible. I just hope the kids grow to love the outdoors as much as we do.
On a recent sunny weekend we decided to visit the Caen Hill locks on the Kennet and Avon canal. The set of locks are an incredible feat of engineering. First opened in 1810 they were built to carry the canal 237 feet up Caen Hill. There are 29 locks in total, over 2 miles, although the picture you see most often is of the 16 locks stretching up the hill. The canal became derelict after the Second World War but was restored and officially reopened in 1990. Many of the locks are dedicated to those who helped with the restoration.
We parked at the wharf in Devizes and followed the signs to the locks along the towpath. The first half mile or so is through parts of the town but it soon heads into open countryside. The canal was pretty quiet with just a few owners out spring cleaning their boats.
The Caen Hill cafe marks the top of the hill and is a perfectly located refreshment stop. The cafe is in the old lock keepers cottage, and the tables in the front garden have views down the canal. We enjoyed a cup of coffee, whilst the kids took advantage of the sunny weather and chose ice creams. Suitably refreshed we continued downhill. Whilst the cafe had been busy, the canal itself was rather lacking in boats. Boats can take up to 6 hours to travel through the set of locks, but it was slightly disappointing to only spot one boat negotiating them during our visit.
I live in hope that my children are now of the right age that I don’t have to worry about them falling off the edge of the canal into the lock. Whilst my daughter has inherited my sensible gene, my son is of a much more random nature – act first, think later (maybe). So it’s a little hard to relax when he’s running and messing around by the edge off the canal. Suffice to say it was just me being paranoid and the walk passed without incident.
Shortly after reaching the bottom of the hill we crossed over one of the locks and headed back up the hill which runs alongside (but away from the locks). This takes you closer to the large pools which provide the water to operate the locks. These were home to a variety of ducks, and some nesting swans which signs warn against getting too close to.
It was at this point that we realised our mistake of stopping at the cafe on the way down rather than up. The ice cream incentive to finish a walk doesn’t work this way round! Fortunately the hill isn’t really that big or long and we were soon back on the flat and heading into Devizes.
The walk wasn’t very exciting, but the ice cream was really yummy!
The towpath is accessible, although pushing a wheelchair or buggy back up the hill might take some effort!
There’s another car park at the Caen Hill cafe if you don’t want to walk from the centre of Devizes.
The car parking charges were reasonable. We extended our stay with a wander around Devizes, the parking cost for our visit was around £4.
It’s not often we spend a day away from the kids. We enjoy our family time together and want to make the most of it. Last weekend was an exception. The kids got to spend a day with the grandparents, and we took part in an organised challenge walk along the Ridgeway, our local long distance footpath.
This is the second time we’ve taken part. Last year I thought walking 40 miles in a day would be a great way to celebrate my partner’s 40th birthday. Fast forward a year, and for some reason we’re doing it again. During the intervening year my mind has somehow obliterated the soreness and blisters we experienced last time. Even my souvenir black toenail had grown out.
If you’re unfamiliar with the Ridgeway, it’s an 87 mile ancient track, running from Wiltshire through Berkshire to Buckinghamshire. The first half (which we were walking) is mainly across rolling chalk download. The scenery changes in the latter stages to beech woodlands, as it passes through the Chilterns. Our walk was more or less along a ridge (funny that, given the name) and although not hilly there were quite a few ups and downs, particularly near the start.
Our day began with an early morning bus journey from the end point at Streatley Youth Hostel to the start of the Ridgeway at Overton Hill. Driving for an hour to our destination reiterated just how far we were going to walk. It was also during this bus ride that the other half remembered his sandwiches were still in the fridge at home! Fortunately he had plenty of other snacks to sustain him.
By 8am we were off the bus and on our way. The event is limited to 300 participants and whilst the challenge is officially for walkers some people do run it. During the first few miles we were repeatedly passed by these super fit individuals. Later on we found out that the first runners home completed it in around 6 1/2 hours, almost 6 hours quicker than our eventual time!
The morning walk was relatively painless, and we made speedy progress over the first few miles. We were thankful that the brisk wind was behind us, and although we had a couple of short rain showers the cool weather was perfect for walking.
A highlight of the early part of the walk was Barbury Castle. This is the home of an Iron Age hill fort, and one of many historical sites along the track. I made a mental note as we zoomed through to bring the children back for a more leisurely exploration another day.
There were 9 checkpoints along the route, the first one at 7 miles. At each checkpoint our cards were clipped and times allocated for the previous leg. The first stop offered squash with subsequent ones offering snacks such as dried fruit, orange segments and rice pudding. All built up to the highlight of the day at checkpoint number 6, but more of that later.
It’s fair to say that as we passed the 14 mile checkpoint we were starting to suffer. We trained for the walk last year but hadn’t done much in the way of long distance walking since. A big mistake! The only way to train for a walk such as the Ridgeway 40 is to do plenty of walking. Our feet were letting us know that we hadn’t done enough.
We took the opportunity to stop for a quick lunch break at Uffington, and a change of socks. It was a relief to sit down for a few minutes, although getting up again was rather painful. Blisters were starting to form, rather worrying given how many miles we still had to walk.
Uffington was the halfway mark so from that point on we started to count down the miles. Didcot power station came into view, albeit with the recognition that we had to walk several miles past this to our destination. I’d love to tell you more about the scenery we were walking through, but by this time my view was near enough restricted to my feet. Heads down, we trudged on.
Checkpoint 6, which we reached around 4pm, offered tea and cake. As we arrived the lady advised us to eat as much cake as we could and to take some with us for the rest of the walk. The table reminded me of a WI cake stall, with gingerbread, Victoria sponge, fruit cake, chocolate cakes and more! It’s not very often that taking up a suggestion like this is guilt free, but given the circumstances I demolished three slices of homemade cake in a very short time. Cake has never tasted so good.
Leaving checkpoint 6 we were 28 miles down, 12 to go. The weather forecast had advised of an 80% chance of rain, with the possibility of hail and thunder. We had been incredibly lucky to miss the heavy showers throughout the early afternoon but our luck was about to run out. Our first soaking only lasted about 20 minutes and the wind blew the showers over pretty quickly. I was secretly happy that I got to use my waterproofs, which I’d been carrying all day.
Shortly afterwards, we were joined by a friend who’d come to provide some moral support, along with bananas, Club biscuits and Mars bars. We both felt rather guilty however as he’d got caught in the aforementioned rain shower, but unlike us he’d been wearing jeans. There’s nothing worse than the feel of sodden jeans.
With only 10 miles to go we were onto the home strait. At this point we just wanted to finish. Our feet were screaming at us and it became an effort to put them in front of each other. Rather ominously the sky was also turning black. We walked as fast as we were able to at this late stage but just after we passed the last checkpoint the rain started again.
This time it was much heavier. We were down to the last couple of miles, which is along a road, and small streams were racing alongside us. A couple of cars came by, throwing spray our way, but by this time we were so wet it didn’t really matter.
The rain stopped just as we arrived in Streatley and we were treated to a glorious rainbow. A few more hundred metres and we were at the Youth Hostel, the end point. We’d hardly noticed the steep slope up to the hostel entrance when we’d left in the morning, but I can assure you we noticed every step of it that evening.
It was a relief to finally finish. Of course it’s a fantastic achievement, and I’m glad we did it. However the agonising walk back to our car and the taking off of boots will stay with me for some time yet. I am also not ashamed to say that I had to physically crawl up the stairs to bed that night!
Fancy taking part next year? Are you sure?! If the above hasn’t persuaded you to give it a miss you can find out more and register for the next event at www.ridgeway40.org.uk
Earlier this year the Natural History Museum named the Isle of Wight as dinosaur capital of Britain. With the Bank Holiday weekend looming, and fond memories of previous trips to the island, we decided to see whether we could discover some dinosaur bones ourselves.
A browse through Trip Advisor suggested the Fossil Hunting trips run by Dinosaur Expeditions. My inner child was immediately captivated by the name, and putting aside all thoughts of Jurassic Park I booked us onto an afternoon ‘hunt’.
We caught an early morning ferry so had time spare to walk a stretch of the Tennyson Trail. It was a gentle uphill walk, along a broad trail over West High Down to The Needles. Newly arrived swifts swooped along the trail, and with the gorse bushes smelling of coconut (suntan lotion) it really felt like summer had arrived.
The walk ended at a viewpoint over the white cliffs out to The Needles. A coastguard helicopter was practising below us, adding a touch of excitement to the otherwise serene spot.
Back in the car, we managed to fit in a quick picnic at Freshwater Bay before heading over to start our fossil hunt. Oliver, our guide, met us in the car park near Brook Chine on the south coast of the island. He started by explaining the types of fossil we might find, and handed round samples for us to familiarise ourselves with. The children listened attentively to the ground rules (no paddling, no cliff climbing and don’t throw stones) before we walked down to the beach to start our fossil hunt.
The group consisted of 6 families, and I’m pretty sure the adults were as excited as the kids, I know I was! We trawled our way through the stones on the beach, picking up anything that looked fossil like and taking it to Oliver for identification. We quickly became adept at identifying flints, sandstone, fossilised wood and sea sponges.
After a while, Oliver took us on a walk to see some dinosaur footprints. He also explained the geological history of the beach, and talked about the various strata in the cliffs behind us. The tide wasn’t quite low enough to visit the footprints, instead he pointed out dinosaur footprint casts. I’d have never realised these were the slimy green rocks we’d been clambering over earlier but it was obvious the minute he showed us!
The walk back along the beach provided more fossil spotting opportunities. My daughter was desperate to find a dinosaur bone, but sadly it was not to be. However, at the end of trip Oliver surprised the children with a small fragment of dinosaur bone each.
We rounded off our day with a cream tea at Chale Bay Farm. Our first of the year, it was a delight to laze in the sunshine, and feast on fruit scones, jam and cream.
Back home the kids had fun washing and sorting their finds. You might think this just looks like a selection of stones, but we know better!
The dinosaur fossil hunt was very good because the man knew the names of all the things we picked up.
Take a bag or bucket to collect your fossil specimens in.
There are no toilet facilities at Brook Chine, so ensure you pay a visit before arrival.
The beach isn’t accessible for either wheelchairs or buggies.
We travelled with Red Funnel from Southampton to East Cowes; a family day return cost £32. The family ticket for the fossil hunt was £12.50.