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Post by john milsom on Mar 28, 2020 20:03:47 GMT
I appreciate that some people will want to continue to ride on the road, and I am going to presume compliance with the guidelines.
Just a word of warning, there is a substantial amount of cardboard on the second half of Skid Hill Lane, mostly beer can cartons, and with the breeze today it was fluttering around like pennants warning of danger, and creating it. There is a large bag of it on the dip, and it’s rapidly spreading.
However, on a more positive note there is a pair of buzzards nesting somewhere on Beddlestead, they were out eating the carrion today, looking good and healthy. Even better news is that the two trenches on Blackmans Lane have been filled, which just leaves the smaller holes, but it is progress.
Comply with the guidelines, and keep safe.
Cheers
John
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Post by mark earl on Mar 28, 2020 20:39:18 GMT
Last year David Emery and I were just starting to descend Rowdow lane going onto Pilgrims way. David was in front when a buzzard made a suicide attempt and flew straight in front of him.
Much grabbing of brakes and skidding!
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Post by david emery on Mar 30, 2020 11:12:45 GMT
I think you're under egging that "Wild bird of prey attacks cyclists" angle here!
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Post by Sara Barman on Mar 30, 2020 20:41:19 GMT
...with the breeze today it was fluttering around like pennants warning of danger, and creating it. What a poetic turn of phrase there john milsom John. Not just talented at turning pedals and crunching numbers..! |
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Post by andrewdowden on Mar 31, 2020 20:28:39 GMT
...with the breeze today it was fluttering around like pennants warning of danger, and creating it. What a poetic turn of phrase there john milsom John. Not just talented at turning pedals and crunching numbers..! Poetic indeed John Milsom, for a moment I thought I was reading John Milton, "Paradise Lost on Skid Hill Lane". |
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Post by Julian Bray on Apr 1, 2020 8:00:47 GMT
Talking of 'when wild birds attack cyclists'...I was once swooped on by a short-toed eagle while coming off Mt Aigoual (doing the Tim Krabbe/The Rider round), and then a couple of summers ago in the Swiss Valais alps something really bizarre.
Grinding up a long valley through crags and a village I was dive bombed repeatedly by a flock of crag martins, some actually tapping my helmet. My best guess was there were a swarm of small flies they were trying to catch - it was hot and I was slow...sweet memories.
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Post by David Joss Buckley on Apr 1, 2020 14:12:29 GMT
Short-toed eagle? That's nothing - many years ago I was chased by a yeti, attempting the first MTB ascent of Everest (from the Chinese side, obvs) I managed to distract him by flashing my head-torch in his eyes and soon - using rudimentary language and gestures - I was able to teach him to ride my bike. Later, he was adopted by a Nepalese family, and a couple of years after, moved to the UK. He now rides with Bigfoot. ... Can I go out yet...?
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Post by Julian Bray on Apr 2, 2020 12:11:14 GMT
Sorry. Memories of the wilds are starting to haunt me...
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Post by john milsom on Apr 3, 2020 13:52:16 GMT
I think what John Milton said was;
“Better to ride in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
Awake, arise, or be for ever fall’n.”
And there are nesting nuthatches on Nash Lane, who love a good swoop.
JM
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