Reg.. I won't add the bit 'for wierdos' as then someone might complain the title's too long. Bob (not you, the other Bob) thanks for sharing the pic of the chalk quarry and turns out they come in all sorts of flavours hey; mine being clay down below here. Bob (yup, you please Bob), thanks for sharing the insight of the cows and how to stay protected etc. Before moving on, just wanna say that its sad to hear what Reg said bout someone being killed by the KC. Reminds us all to tread careful always around the beasts...
Reg, your quarry (fetish... I didn't say that though did I) thing has really opened up my riding and helped me explore plenty around me. Came from Huddersfield a few years ago and hated where we'd moved cos of the lack of mtb tracks. But turns out there's plenty if you explore hard enough.
The day before yesterday I decided I need to go and get my hit of Wessenden Head and attempting the 3 steep slabby climbs again. I've never actually ridden em all in one go but I was feeling good about it all. So made route to the start of my ride, which was 11 miles, and from there I'd follow my mtb ride up towards Wessy!
There really was no plan to attempt quarry catching nor killer cow avoiding. Although after 'the prize' of Wessenden Head summit, theres a section of nice mtb after the cattle grid and it does have some scary ones. You gotta tread very careful around em. On with the story but before doing so, take a look at this beauty. Met her the day before and didn't know whether to be scared or amazed.
Gotta thank my Wahoo for this btw as it just works and shows you where the ridings at.
All sorts of shapes n size of cow on that ride but didn't bother to get em all on this track leading to the black eyed one. Suffice to say that calves are so cute but scary at the same time. Met some bigger ones in the field just before these and they decided to run with me
Enough of that day where I overshot the Shepley Quarry by riding over or beside it without realising. So yesterday (well my last ride to Wessy) I had no plans for quarries and the likes. Sprry for repeating myself. But then as soon as I got onto the nasty fast road where you sometimes get punishment passes, I saw this.

After a bit of digging I realised it wasn't a quarry but a 'clay pit'. Erm... Oh well, good excuse to get off the road and maybe Reg might be happy so off I went...

No entry to motorbikes. Poor sods..

Just a quick pic for Reg from the section they'd left open for walkers and off I went. Down the walking path and out the other side. But fate had other plans for me (and hopefully reg)
Enough quarry (or clay pit) oggling. Managed to get into Huddersfield and not quite yet at the start of my ride yet but I was starving. So popped by this place for some calories.
Then quickly did ablution in a nearby stream and made my way up to Dodlee and up the nasty rocky sections to the horses. Nope, off course I didn't manage to climb it but only cos my wheel decided to go hit the edge like so..
By the top of this climb I'd semi made up my mind, that Wessy was too long a shot for me. I was naffed! But managed to get in another quarry. This one has a special place in the heart as its the first one I'd ever ridden. Obviously these days it's all fenced off but I needed to get a pic (for Reg obviously). Managed to not get my bits caught in the wire fence

which I obviously wouldn't wanna step over. Goes without saying its a walking path so one would naturally need to walk their bike, like a dog. If yer bike shat all lver the path then naturally you'd nwed to pick up after it
Now where was I... Yes, I remember now. I got to the end. Thanked God (literally) that I'd come a little prepared as it was pretty chilly up there in the hills and I wasn't even anywhere near the top I need to be. Found a patch of grassy land to say my prayers with the ablution I'd completed many hours before. Popped on my jacket (that's the ' I was prepared' bit btw) and made my way straight down to Huddersfield central, my mums and a little old cake shop and then simply a quick road ride home... Quarries, love em. Sorry, no shaft

Oh, I forget. Before the sun set as I headed into Uddersfield I did manage to get in one last piece of dirty tight & steep bridleway into lovely Golcar...
