"Hi, just wave at Harry as he's ever so shy and anxious as to who's in the branches/bushes". So I waved at Harry, the Most inquisitive looking long haired white horse you could have the pleasure to meet... On a Sunday up near Mirfield Golf Course.
So the bike named, I just needed to ride it a 100 miles. Maybe sleep out near The Woolpack (footpath so I'd be walking it) and get back ASAP. 100 miles turned into 50 as that's how it was.
I got an asian set of pasties (the chicken one was almost all chicken and stuffed to the brim) and the indo/pak equivalent of Kendal Mint Cake. It doesn't break your teeth but it is full of sugar and something I was thankful to have my electrical toothbrush along for the ride.
The frame bag (Wildcat off course) fit like a glove after me chopping some more strap sections away and that ice cream cake at mile 26. It was supposed to help me push on for the 100. Despite 2 servings of 2 scoops at a time it 'didnae' work. Maybe 3 servings next time!!
Thankfully I did head back home when I did as my 'light work' was rather annoying. Harry needs an Exposure mount that sits proud of the bars. That shadow almost cost me my teeth.
Then at the end, since I was riding with potential royalty, I sneaked it in the house. Whilst she that makes the rules did her prayers. So it got to sit in the living room for almost 10 minutes, but after that booted out. These spouses, just don't understand what a Highball is!!
This bit is relevant as it's just about where the sheep was caught. It's a bridleway still. But, Mr Farmer has decided to pop up some shiny 'it's a footpath' signs. Funny thing is that around here this 'hate on' pedestrians and bridle users seems to be catching. This footpath-aing farmer has also let the BW grow into a tussock mess.
Thankfully he's not quite the same as his neighbour in that next field. He's also added them thorny plants. The ones that pop everything in their path and the next farmer down always seems to just remove the BW sings altogether. Anyway, let's not 'simmer'.
The section over Winscar res/dam. So low down in the valley and always a wonderful sight. Something from the Famous 5 movies or something.
Here he is. Let's call her Dolly. Someone (surely she's the culprit) had broken the little section of woodwork, just before the thorny-plant uphill hike. Now made worse with tussock type growth so the path is even less of a path, let alone a bridleway. Hopefully more people will do my NorthPeaks100 so these farmers can get some help in keeping the oaths trodden!
Back to Dolly, she'd basically backed herself into this wire fence behind which the wall gets narrower. Now couldn't get out. I tried to help her back but almost got headbutted. Naughty!! Even if I did manage to wedge her out, thw trampling she'd do trying to get away, would mean she'd have to knock my teeth with her Hind legs.
No joy in unwedging, so I went back down the 'horrible farmers' land to try and bring Dolly to their attention. Someone was or wasn't home, bit a car was charging in the massive yard. I pressed the buzzer on the big gate a few times but then gave up.
Didn't fancy meeting these farmers anyway as their obviously fed up with civilians!! Went back to naughty Dolly and tried something else. Wedged some dry-stine-wall flat pieces under her legs. Then I came back round to her side of the fence.
Stood on the wall as she looked at me in hope. Grabbed her front legs and spoke to her to shuffle. She kicked hard enough to push up a little and I just about managed to being her over the wall (without dying, Alhamdulillah).
Dolly lay on the floor, and I could have gotten a selfie if I was one of those wierdos. But I quickly got back to her to try and help her up. She'd didn't need encouragement and as soon as she saw, 'weird looking Asian bloke who probably runs a hairdressers (credit Nigel Farage)' coming towards her, she was up and off. Right up towards the forested area and then shouting her mates.
I gave myself a little, Alhamdulillah and wondered whether this be the deed that lands me in heaven. Then went on my happy way. 51 miles in. Bike named. Rear axle sorted. Headlight adaptor initiated/planned and we all lived happily ever after.
Finally, Shafiq is in lovely ownership of an mtb. No more having to ride bikes appropriated with the skin suit crew
(sorry roadies and others).THE END
Well done for sheep rescue and getting the bike together Shaff. Could have called it Sean instead of Harry 