Bushes, Brambles and Bad Luck

Hey lovin friends,
It me! I'm back! (and im talking about me being Mark by the way)
Anyways, im back from my holiday in Devon, and before you all come rushing to ask me how it was (sarcasim), it was great thanks.

Hope everyone is enjoying their summer so far, things seem to be cooling down a lil now which is nice, but the bloddy wind! (and thats my rant over)

Anyway i thought id share some of my experainces with you, after all thats what this blog is all about. Isn't it? Or have i lost the plot.
Anyway, i just got my new bike!!!! YEY!
Been a couple of weeks now i've had it, and still falling off (its the pedals you see, you clip in, and well... you cant get out...)


Anyway, today, now i no you want to hear about today. Well today i (all by my little self, on my own) went back over to Devils Dyke and beyond. It started with a quick skip into this forest which i thought may be a wee shortcut to get there. Turned out i was wrong. And basically the consequence on that was me cycling around this palce for about an hour trying to find a way out/the right way to go. In the end i settled on this nice little route which again was another bad idea. Turned out it finished rather abruptly in a field of bushes, thorns, brambles and a whole manor of other nasty things. I continued knee deep, however nature eventually won so i turned back to find myself right next tot he correct path i should have taken.


So off i went... the right way this time. Up a long steep ascent, eventually reaching the top by a farm. "Ooo, this is new i thought" again, of course, being rather wrong. Turns out my shortcut wasn't much of a shortcut after all. Never the less i battled on, and stopped for lunch. For which i would like to thank Mr Kipling, couldnt live without that man, my God his cakes are good. So while i was scoffing away another moutian biker shot past on his Marin Full Suspension rig. Not to be outdone i quickly got back on my saddle and the pursuit ensued. I overtook him on every climb, but on every downhill section he passed me, and unfortuneatly this being the Downs theres rather a lot of both of them.

We both made it to Devils Dyke, neck and neck of sorts at which point we decided introduction were in order. We did all that and i went on a little further while my new 'mate' had lunch. I can't really remember what happened at this point everythign was a little hazzy but there was some hills involved and i eventually found myself back at the dyke. Where i made another discovery two really fit (sorry, 'attractive') girls, doing some sort of sun research with big sticks and a camera (for which i, of course, smiled)( :) something like that) . So if you are one of those people or you know them... well.. uhh.. "hello"!


So at this point i headed for home, some more punishing climbs were in order till i eventually came to this path, where i met my second cycling buddy (stranger even), we met said hello, names followed as did palces where we lived and then we made our way. Maybe again i made my last mistake of going down this pather which turned out to bew rather steep (yes, i was scared!) and full of nasty ruts and really really big rocks! and small ones too.

Anywya at the bottom, there was, well.. nothing. But i gound myself at Bramber (somehow) and thend ecided to take the cycle path home. So then, thank you for sitting through a very boring tale of my adventure today, and if you want to join me on a trip dont hesitate to call!!! Everyone seems busy now with g/f and grandparents! Coh!

Anyway, speak soon people, and pictures will follow shortly...
Take care
Mark

(sorry about the post beign so long but if you wanted to read about my/our life/lives this is what your gonna get (from me) im afraid... actually it wont happen again i promise, its all those poetic juices.)

posted by Matt and Mark @ 6:40 PM Comments: 3