Well I’ve found a homely camp spot after a fantastic ride through largely unfamiliar territory. Big thanks to Sean for pointing me towards some cracking riding I’d never have found on my own.
I nearly missed out on all the fun as I stubbed my little toe last night on a massive consignment of extra-strong bread flour that my daughter ordered to support her new-found mania for baking (amazing) sourdough. My other daughter is a brand new doctor and, in her first official diagnosis ever, reckons it’s broken. Still, I managed to squeeze it into my cycling shoe without fainting so all’s good - apart from HaB, of which there was only a very little, thank goodness.
Anyway, my ride started with a road climb. In fact, one of the ‘best’ in the south east (
https://cyclinguphill.com/100-climbs/coldharbour-lane/) which just happens to be at the end of my road. I even managed to overtake a roadie on the way up, which never happens.
At the top, by the Plough in Coldharbour I headed off-road to my first grid ref, Leith Hill Tower. The tower was built by the local nob in the 18th century for the delight of the plebs, apparently. I suspect it was more to do with elevating the summit to ‘the highest point in SE England’ (313m).
My foot was making me wince on the rough ground, so I opted for the longer, smoother way off the top and down onto the road. A whizz down that road led me to Ockley where I embarked on virgin territory.
Some lovely wooded bridleways led me to a bijou gorge and then some classic Wealden horse-carnage. Hooves has churned the clay into a stormy sea over winter and this was now in the process of setting like concrete. That, and a series of fallen trees, had me off and hobbling for a few hundred yards before getting back to a more amenable surface.
Soon after this I came across a mother and daughter who were being trailed by a very friendly escaped lamb that seemingly wanted to join their family. It fell to me to pick up the friendly little chap and pop him over the fence to rejoin his true flock. Awwww ... lambkins.
I actually missed my second grid ref (a bridge over the Dorking-Horsham railway, as it was partly blocked by a couple of women summoning more sheep into the back of a truck (a bit like the spies in Chitty-Chitty
Bang-Bang). My approach spoiled their fun, so I didn’t feel it tactful to hang around and take pics. Here’s one looking back at the rustlers from afar:
There followed some pleasant riding on quiet lockdown roads, past a fully functioning windmill(!) that I wasn’t expecting before arriving at grid ref 3, which though high up had nothing in the way of a view, so I took some glamour shots of myself.
After that a bit more road and some legit Surrey gravel took me to grid ref 4. This was another new-to-me spot, with stunning views north to Box Hill, west to Leith Hill, south to the Weald and east to, erm, a big farm. This track popped me out unexpectedly at a bridleway I’d ridden past a thousand times on my road bike and thought’I wonder where that goes’. So now I know.
Back on familiar territory, I trundled home to plan some luxury bivying.
