little ride in the New Forest - its quite an old forest now but it was new
some 500 years ago. The tracks under wheeel were remarkably dry and firm
considering just how much rain we've had in the last month, and we found a
nice pub for lunch.
Heading off from Acres Down we rode about 18 miles, mainly on tracks with
a a bit of quiet road riding. early on we passed a large party of ramblers
sitting like santas elves in a christmas tree patch having a picnic, they
burst into a round of applause as we passed them, nice. Paul had to bail
off to avoid squashing a dim dog, that couldn't decide which way to
wobble. While Isabelle had the only puncture of the ride, on her mountain
We met some New Forest ponies, and they didn't eat us, lots of dogs
including a squat little pug that yapped and yapped but avoided the
wheels. Loads of ramblers, some with inteligent questions " is that
fun" being my favourite ( Jerrys answer was " yes" ) The killer hill
turned out to be Ok really, or maybe we were on the wrong hill, as we got
a tad lost soon after and whilst Simon demonstrated that a coker is a good
aid to crossing a stream, Paul, Jerry and myself rode round the long
way. We didn't have waterproof socks on like Simon did.
Lunch at the New Forest Inn was top, a good pint was most
welcome . This time we managed to chain up four cokers and an MTB outside
a pub, have sunday lunch and come out side to find them all still where we
had left them ( I was a mite worried after the sunday dinner at The Good
Dr pub, when four ... old story) . After lunch we split up, Simon and
Isabelle taking the road route back to Acre Down and Jerry, Paul and I
taking an off road route . Jerry's abject failure to free mount after
one of the gates can not be atributed to the beer as he hadn't had any.
Back at the start we met up, tired, full, happy coker heads, must do it
again in the new year. Simon says he'll recce another route and pub.