Bike, bike, bike as fast as you can…You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!

There is no doubt, as the days are getting shorter and the weather is so unpredictable / mainly always raining…that its getting more critical for me to know where I’m going…and to get there early. Also when I get there to set up my tent before looking through the yellow pages for a masseur. God I’d love a rub down.

what a shit morning

It’s getting dark early isn’t it? Less time in the day but nice to have those dark evenings…

One can easily take for granted those cosy fires,

or fake ones if you live in London, with whoever or whatever…

I often think about what it must the like to have no one. I hope that’s not you. Many of us can / maybe even do, look forward to a day, maybe even a weekend of self. But what about no company, ever. I think we can take for granted life. My advice and quote me…Don’t. But if life does change grasp it, the future might be amazing.

I sit here writing this blog on the loo. Now don’t cry out because at least one of you has old me you read my blogs on the loo. Anyway. I feel dog tired but blissfully happy with having done something today. A year ago I felt dog tired having done nothing.

I do wonder if better pre-planning would have been a good idea…. then I gave up thinking that it doesn’t matter, I’m just on a bike ride. Just as long as by 1pm the next day I have a clear and booked (unless wild camping) plan, it’s ok.

Glimpse of my first lake of the day just outside of Keswick

Every day is so different. Today I rode through the middle of the lakes. Only 30miles but the variables…. totally empty roads to damned dangerous ones; Nice flat scenic tracks, to steepness that I had to push up and downhill I braked all the way; Really heavy rain and swollen roads, howling winds and, those no doubt bad places I just have to stop for air or just to get the photo.

My first cramp showed itself today but my body feels pretty strong really. Sun? Nah no sun today. Tomorrow I hear is going to be a good scorcher though.

Bus shelters…good for catching busses and sheltering in
My bus shelter view

If Heineken made bus shelters… this one and it’s view would probably be the best one in the world….

Now where was I… The campsite last night was a great one. The best so far – Lanefoot farm camping, near Keswick. The owners son Aaron couldn’t have been more helpful. Drying rooms, hot showers etc all for a tenner. Ok, I did nearly loose my tent but it that was Mother Nature at about 2am and not Aaron’s fault.

Now where was I… The campsite last night was a great one. The best so far – Lanefoot farm camping, near Keswick. The owners son Aaron couldn’t have been more helpful. Drying rooms, hot showers etc all for a tenner. Ok, I did nearly loose my tent but it that was Mother Nature at about 2am and not Aaron’s fault.

I met Elsie this morning a young future cycling Paralympian. Elsie, I’m watching you – go girl and I was so impressed with the Gold D of E guys who were in bed by 8pm and off the campsite by 7am. They looked miserable. It was chucking it down but they’ll look back and think…. I’m never going camping ever again!

No No you are joking aren’t you
Half way….

The morning was a slog…down to all of the above but as always, when I look up, I realise how special this journey is and how lucky I am. I’m not even half way but I think I have come a long way….

Bit of an arty snap of a waterfall along way away

Grassmere is the first and very tourist driven village after Keswick. Famous for gingerbread and Chinese tourists. The Chinese love gingerbread. Top tip. Avoid the queue to get into the gingerbread shop which is no bigger than a room, a small one, by going round the back where there is a chap just selling the gingerbread without the frills. It’s dammed good I’ll give them that.

Gingerbread slabs

There’s probably a lot more to grassmere but it was busy. I saw a church which looked a nice one and oh yes, William Wordsworth was buried here.

As I sat by his grave pondering his most famous works. Do you remember this one:

Said a tiny ant

To the elephant,

Mind how you tread in this clearing!

Bus alas, cruel fate

She was crushed by the weight

I’m Of an elephant, hard of hearing!

I like that one, beautifully written, thank you William.

Anyway. I was there and enjoying my slab of gingerbread I notice this grave….

A grave mistake of you ask me

They have put a bench right by it….

That’s wrong surely? People stand, dribble, probably put fags out, are maybe even sick whilst pondering Williams grave like me and wishing they’d only bought 6 gingerbread slabs because, although they like the commercial gingerbread men / people I think is more correct these days. They don’t like these ones so much, as they are made with real ginger. I liked them though. I didn’t like the bench positioning though so I moved.

Oh hang on…who’s this?

This is amber. Amber is a sheep or is a bit confused as to what she is, probably…

There are two ways out of Grasmere. I took the wrong one, behind grassmere and Rydal water. The route is called ‘high top’ and although I was absolutely fine… the old girl sprang a spoke. That makes a noise I’ll tell you. I decided to let her recover and we pushed a little. On the top or ‘high top’ we were entertained by this….

No words

Downhill down to Ambleside was precarious…. but at least I didn’t need to pedal. I was worried, even with my brakes on full of I’d manage to stop at the bottom…

Luckily I didn’t need to, as I didn’t want to hang out in the lovely sounding Ambleside.

Question. Why would you come to the heart of the Lake District and queue outside ‘blacks’ and various other camping shops in the rain….

There were coffee shops, plenty of coffee shops including one I saw appropriately named… Ghandi’s…. I though nah, this must be a restaurant but no it was a coffee shop and, that’s fine. The great thing about democracy is we can call our cafes what we want.

As I’ve said I didn’t hang out too long in Ambleside but I hope the locals don’t let it turn into another man made tourist attraction and it loose its character, it’s people, it’s rich history….

The banks of lake Windermere is base tonight. I hope it didn’t rain for you today but suspect it did. Sorry for waffling…

Actually on lake Windermere

Over and Out

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One thought on “Bike, bike, bike as fast as you can…You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!

  1. That’s the Lake District James, you’ve experienced the real I Am ! And have always managed to see & capture the most wonderful moments , and shown great resilience in times of adversity. What a testament to your strength and character. We love your blogs and are with you in spirit. JD mostly, the glass is raised for you.

    John and Denise Xxxxxx

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