Dart to York 100 km

21/03/26

Audax UK is 50 this year and held its annual reunion in York. Being close and a significant birthday it seemed rude not to go. I found a route from home that would take the distance up to 100 km, by more or less following the river Aire to Goole, then the Ouse up to York, and registered it as a Dart with splendid organiser Lucy MacTaggart. This is essentially a DIY and I went with the ‘by gpx’ method, both a first for me.

The forecast a couple of days before was for sun, but it turned out to be a very damp morning of thick mist when I left home around 7 am. I am a bit out of practice with predicting timings, so I considered the slowest possible time at the minimum speed of 15 kph, and hoped I could do a bit better to arrive at the reunion for about 2 pm, in time for the talks that were planned for the afternoon.

I was riding my commuter, the hub-geared pompino, which has only done one 50 km audax. As my commute is only about 4 miles I wasn’t sure how comfortable I would be over a longer distance, so broke the route down into four approximately 25 km sections and identified suitable places to stop using google street view. To think on LEL 100 km would be a single stage without stopping!

The first leg began on my commute route and followed the Leeds & Liverpool Canal towpath into the city centre, then continued on a cycle path along the river Aire. My Garmin had its usual fit early on when I had only got as far as Leeds Royal Armouries museum, but I put thoughts of returning home to the back of my mind and managed to get it going again. This was entirely expected so I was also using the OS maps app on my phone to record the route and could use it to navigate if needed. Last time I came this way a set of steps and roadworks marked the end of my short ride, but now that bit was passable, only to be met with another set of steps after crossing the river. A pair of lights, or some giant’s eyes, peered out of the mist at a waste facility ahead. The track to wheel bikes down was awful (yes this is an official cycle route), being so steep that even a lightly loaded two-wheeler was a handful to control.

Obstacles cleared, I continued along either the river or Aire & Calder navigation over a variety of surfaces before making my way through St Aidan’s nature reserve, and eventually appearing in Allerton Bywater and a small Tesco. The Costa Coffee machines dispense large volume but fairly weak coffee, which turned out to be just what I needed being quite thirsty, and along with a reduced pack of Welsh cakes I was sustained and ready to continue.

I was now on quiet roads through small villages, still following the river, although it was out of sight in the combination of mist and flat fields, with built-up banks being the only hint of its existence. The thick mist continued so I was rather damp. I tend to wear clear safety glasses when riding as I find my eyes get irritated on long rides (and they keep nature out), but it took me a while to realise that the reason I couldn’t see that well was that they were collecting water droplets and needed frequent wiping. Electricity pylons loomed out of and retreated back into the ground level clouds as I passed.

Snaith marked the half way point and also had a cafe. I checked the time against my plan and realised I didn’t have a lot to spare, having not really thought how slow the first off-road 25 km would be. Even on hard surfaces, the cycle paths are never fast. I also managed to arrive at a peak moment in the cafe and ordering was slow, although delivery of beans on toast was quick. On leaving I thought it was time to start making an effort to go faster where the road allowed.

To Airmyn, and some roads familiar from the Spurn Head, and over the Ouse at Boothferry Bridge just after the Aire has joined it. After following the road to Barmby I had naively planned to follow the cycle path for a couple of kms along the Ouse to Hemingbrough. After crossing a tidal barrage this turned out to be a grass track (I had to double check I was going the right way, it looked so unlikely), then a mixture of single track along which my rear wheel fishtailed, and a muddy section I had to walk through. A lesson in just because you may cycle, doesn’t mean you should.

This is very close to Drax power station, but with the mist stubbornly remaining there was no sight of anything. The surfaced road into Hemingbrough was a very welcome sight, and I had a short stop for a can of Irn Bru from the village shop and the remaining Welsh cakes, and commiserated with someone on an e-mountain bike going in the opposite direction about the state of the track I’d just come through, and which he had decided to avoid and was looking for another route to his destination. Finally I felt it was safe to shed the wind shirt here; balancing warmth and dampness had been a bit of a challenge all day.

The final section took me to Selby, and shortly further north on to the planetary route into the centre of York. I have been on short sections of this before but this was the full way in from Riccall. Still mindfull of time I pushed on with a respectable speed which was happily achievable even though it’s a shared cycle/pedestrian trail.

Disgorged onto a main road in York but still on a cycleway I had to negotiate a steep twisty climb up to road level (cramp!), and a complicated route around a roundabout, but soon arrived at the Delta hotel where the reunion was being held. The sun was now out! I had made it within the time limit, and was very pleased to see none other than Peter (one of the reunion organisers) on the welcome desk just inside the hotel entrance. There was a room for bike storage, and I had time to grab an audax sandwich (cheese savoury from the petrol station opposite) before the afternoon’s talks began. Later a very easy ride straight up the road, past the Crescent, left for the station, and a train home.

OS maps: 109 km, 240 m climbed, 6 hrs 22 mins; or Garmin: 105 km, 193 m climbed, 6 hrs 20 mins

2025

Cycling

Not an awful lot really. A 50 km, a 200 km out of time and a slow 100 km. They haven’t added a great deal to the heatmap.

Walking

I did get to extend my experience of the Hebrides as far north as they go, believing that visiting Lewis & Harris by bike would be too much of a logistical challenge. That was possibly incorrect and I did miss having my own wheels, but an adventure none the less.

Running

My excuse for the lack of cycling. I’ve done a bit off and on in the past but never got over 10 km. Started in preparation for the Cotswold Way and enjoyed finding some nice routes in Leeds through the little pockets of woodland and the odd field we have.

I thought if I could do 10 km I could do 10 miles, and if I could do 10 miles I could do 13 miles (half marathon).

The York 10 mile was easier than I was expecting (possibly because of flatness). I’m used to being able to get a train back to Leeds from York at all hours of the night, but on this particular Sunday I got the first train of the morning, had to take my bike as that was going to be the quickest way to get to the start at the University, and still only has about 10 minutes to spare. The bike turned out to be quite handy in the end, as I could leave stuff in a pannier and avoid the long queues at the drop bags, and park the bike right next to the start/finish.

The Movember half marathon was four laps around Roundhay park, through mud and puddles including a very slippery section where the path was closed. The fourth lap was a real struggle, and the rain had started by then too. Got cold waiting for a bus home.

Pit Ponies 100 km 2025

27/09/25

Second go of this one, although the route has changed quite a bit. A trip to the seaside at Seaton Carew and then the majority of the remainder was on great cycle tracks on old railway lines. No coincidence that it was held on the 200th birthday of the railway. Although it’s a shame we have lost some of these train lines, they do make excellent routes for cycling and walking. Make sure you have a bell.

107 km, 7 hrs 15 mins

London Edinburgh London at Richmond

Storm Floris Edition – August 2025

Thanks to Bernard for some of the photos.

There are many accounts of the 2025 edition of London Edinburgh London, to the extent that I may not have much to add. It became clear that there was no way I could attempt to ride it, and when Peter asked if I would volunteer again I found it hard to say no. After previous editions at Barnard Castle we ‘moved house’ to Richmond, in particular their school. Quite a contrast, with this being a modern airy building.

As usual with team Davis everything was very well organised. I arrived at North Allerton train station and met up with a few other volunteers including a driver who took us to Richmond. On arrival we were shown around the place, pitched tents or campbeds as appropriate (I was in a tent, I’d rather have my own space) and worked out things like how to turn the lights on (in a secondary school hall the light switches are away from fiddling hands). This was literally the calm before the storm.

We knew the forecast was for very strong winds. One of the other volunteers was camping in the same ‘bay’ as me, where we were sheltered by a single storey building on three sides. His tent was half blown away. Conditions up on the pennines, crossing over Yad Moss, must have been awful.

And so it was that Danial climbed half way up the staircase which ran through the dining hall we were in, and announced that the event was suspended. No one could leave – well, we weren’t locking the doors and taking prisoners, but if they did they would be disqualified. However riders kept arriving. So we ended up bursting at the seems, trying to accommodate and feed them all. Without a dishwasher.

Eventually it was announced that riders could return on the south-bound route from wherever they were when they stopped. Many were keen to have their brevet cards stamped in the return box, so we set up a desk and volunteer with the stamp, and some ‘pens’ made up of the metal barriers to allow a slow release of cyclists into what had become a bright, dry day.

Then began the clean-up operation, a perfect illustration of many hands making light work. Bryn took charge for this, I think he’s being groomed to run a future control. And very good he would be at it.

Lewis & Harris

28/06/25 – 05/07/25

Having failed to get this far when I first visited the Outer Hebrides I came back. This time on foot as I thought getting here by bike would be a nightmare if not impossible, although I now think the Inverness – Ullapool bus takes them, although it may be a bit pot luck.

I arrived on a Sunday so most things were closed, the Stornoway Tesco being the exception. I walked a non-trivial distance in wind and rain to a campsite marked on the map which turned out not to exist, so I wild camped on the dunes and made use of the unlocked facilities at the sports ground opposite. In retrospect I should have just set up camp in their covered stand. Thank you Coll sports club.

Next day was back to Stornoway to catch a bus (well, two) down to Leverburgh at the south end of Harris. The weather was awful but there’s a little brewery/taproom/café so I spent a pleasant souple of hours there, before taking the bus a little way back up to road so I could visit the visitors centre at Northton.

Waiting for the next bus north and wondering around I saw what I think was a Hen Harrier catch an oystercatcher. Some other oystercatchers gave pursuit but I doubt they were successful. Next stop was Horgabost campsite, where the weather produced some amazing light and clouds.

The next day I took the bus north, indeed as far north as possible. The sun came out and I managed a dip in the sea at Port of Ness.

There’s a campsite at Eoropie, but they don’t have any facilities. I found one of the owners and he explained that there was a sports centre not too far away and he’d leave a bike out for me so I could cycle over and use their facilities if I wanted. Unfortunately things didn’t line up with my functions, so the trowel was deployed. The place was completely mad, with weird stuff everywhere. I walked over to Dun Eistean (although the bridge was closed so not possible to get over) before and the spending the evening in strange company, listening to corncrakes and watching a short eared owl.

Next day it was a walk up to the Butt of Lewis lighthouse, before taking the bus south.

I got off at the Barvas turn off and walked towards Shawbost. A brief stop at a restored Shieling before visiting the Blackhouse museum near Arnol.

A couple of brief stops at things I’d seen marked on the map; a Broch in Loch an Duna, and a whale bone (marked as ‘arch’). In 1920 a whale’s corpse was washed up with a harpoon in its head.

Got to the campsite at Shawbost which was fairly busy.

Now I was heading back towards Stornoway. The weather was bad and the bus times didn’t allow me to stop off at Callanish with anything approaching sensible timings. This was something of a bugger. The visitors centre wasn’t open, so if I stopped I would have been stuck there for hours with no shelter from the rain, so reluctantly stayed on the bus to Stornoway. It was times like this where a bike would have been so useful, and I did miss having it. The bus station did left luggage for a few £ so I was able to leave my heavy stuff there and visit the Lews Castle and Museum nan Eilean. They have a few Lewis chess pieces, and there was an exhibition about those who emigrated to the Americas – very sobering to see this from the point of view of these people and something a certain DJT seems to need reminding of.

There’s campsite just outside Stornoway at Laxdale (should have stayed there the first night!) which was again fairly busy but nice with good facilities.

Ferry back to Ullapool where I camped, again the weather was a bit unfriendly. Seems like a nice town and good to see the ferries coming and going in Loch Broom.

Finally the bus to Inverness and trains back to Leeds.

Cotswold Way

21-22/06/25

Many of these photos were taken by Fiona, and the order of presentation and narration is somewhat random.

One of my sisters is receiving treatment for breast cancer in Cheltenham; I went to an appointment with her and spotted this fundraiser. I managed to persuade my brother and other sister to enter. They had better palmarès than I did; Rory and his friend walked the 70 mile boundary of a parish, and Fiona has run the Oxford half marathon the last few years.

There were hills and wolds:

Most of the route was on excellent footpaths:

We (well, not Rory) were born in Gloucester, but it’s a long time since we moved away and most of the route was unfamiliar. This turned out to be the first of many heatwaves in the UK this summer, which was a real challenge. I’m used to Audax-type events so something more supported was a little different, although there was a lot of the same spirit.

We got to Painswick, which was the quarter point, pretty well. Naomi and Claire came to meet us there:

The next leg, to Coaley Peak was ok, but we were slowing. On to Wotton was a real trial, we were struggling with nausea and dizziness. The tip from the organisers was to drink water at every km marker, but given the heat we were most likely still dehydrated. We couldn’t take on any food at Wotton and after much deliberation we decided that going back out in the cold and dark was not a good idea, and retired. That turned out to be a whole other adventure, with a coach driven by someone who had clearly never seen it before and couldn’t get above 2nd gear. Finally we got back to the Cirencester start where rescuer Chris had been waiting for quite some time to drive us back to Oxford.

We managed to raise an amazing £3k, but were disappointed that we didn’t complete the full 100 km. Next year we will do the second half of the event (which should be easier than the first).

55 km, 1,616 m climbed

Moffat Toffee 200 km 20th Anniversary

07/06/25

If you haven’t tried it, Moffat Toffee is a swollen tetrahedral boiled sweet, which manages to be simultaneously caramel and sherbert. As far as I know, because I have never seen it anywhere else, it is only available in the Moffat Toffee shop. But it’s also a 200 km audax.

The 10th anniversary ride was my first 200 km; my first audax points; the ride I became a randonneur. It had personal significance too, as I had grown up in this area but was never a ‘sporty’ person who would do something like this. I knew the places and the roads, but from the back seat of a car.

At the start of 2025 I was momentarily gripped by inspiration, and entered a few rides that I thought I could build up to. In the middle of this careful planning the 20th anniversary Moffat Toffee ride popped up, and I thought it would just about fit in between the others. Well, unsurprisingly my optimistic plans fell apart after a lack of preparation (and a good dose of life happening as well) so I scrapped most of the plans but held on to this one ride. Two weeks after it I would be facing a 24 hour (at least) run/walk so I thought it would be good training, if only in being knackered. And there’s the other thing; the bike. Well; trike. The plan of attack involved a second hand, and I suspect very much Trigger’s Broom, ICE Sprint trike. So far I had only done a couple of 50 km rides on it. I knew I was slow, so went into it with the aim of finishing, however long it took. The fact that Lucy had opted for a postal finish (or e-brevet) was ideal, and meant I didn’t have to worry about someone waiting up for me.

I hired a car and drove to a campsite in Melrose. The trike folds to fit (just) in the back of a small/medium car with the back seats down. There is no way you could get one of these buggers on a train.

Because I had the car, I drove to the start rather than cycling, knowing that I would be glad of it later. I found a public car park just around the corner from the depart, got everything together and made my way to Galashiels McDonalds. A small field (around 25) set out, and the only time I saw any of the others was when they were on the return journey and I was still heading out.

This ride was an out and back, to Wanlockhead (Scotland’s highest village, centre of gold panning, and the destination of local school trips). I don’t usually like retracing my steps but seeing the route from the opposite direction is almost the same as seeing from new. I hadn’t gone too far before realising I’d left my water in the back of the car. First stop was St Mary’s Loch cafe to buy a couple of bottles.

It was wet. No avoiding that. For the most part an ongoing light drizzle, but in Moffat for the first time it properly chucked it down. The usual control cafe, the Rumblin’ Tum, wasn’t taking any more customers as they were very busy and understaffed, so I went a few doors up the high street to the next one. They were strangely quiet – possibly because they are cash only. I thought about turning around here and heading back to Galashiels, but there was a little demon on my shoulder telling me I was supposed to be being audacious, which made me keep going.

The wonderfully named Green Hill Stairs is a road between the Devil’s Beeftub and the M74. I had expected this to be an awful climb but actually it was fine both ways, just a long slow slog. Once past the bit of NCN 7 on the old service road the route took the B7040 to Leadhills and Wanlockhead. I think I’d only come here from the west road before so this was new. Of particular interest was what looked like a little church by Shortcleuch Water – I’ll have to pay another visit to find out. The cafe in Wanlockhead was a bit dispiriting as it is down at the bottom of a steep hill. The was an ultra run on at the same time, so I saw lots of bedraggled people heading in to the outdoor centre. As I was due to take part in something similar in the Cotswolds a week later this did not fill me with optimism.

The return to Moffat was straightforward, and a visit to the Co-op sufficient. By now I had told Lucy that I wouldn’t be back in time; the e-brevet helpfully told me the same! My main memory of the return over the A708 was towards the end when it was getting dark and I had to engage my tyre dynamo. When sorting out my trike I was able to fit a dynamo front light that I already owned, but the cost of a hub dynamo for it was eye-wateringly expensive (understandable, it’s a niche bit of kit) so I thought I’d try a relatively cheap wheel version. It worked; my light lit up. It also possessed the handy feature of letting me know how fast I was going by the noise it made. At least you only need to engage it when the light is required, in contrast to a hub which is ‘always on’.

Earlier I had enjoyed seeing martins, swallows and swifts, but now the fast flittering things were bats. What looked like a badger family crossed the road in front of me. Happily McDonads was still open when I finally got back to Galashiels. I was very glad I had the car here, plus a head torch to load the trike. As well as leaving my water in the car, I had also forgotten to bring any shower gel. I’ve stayed in enough campsites to hope there would be a random bottle that someone had left behind, but the Melrose Gibson site facilities are very clean and tidy so there was nothing lying around. Wearing only my cycling shorts I used the dispenser by the handwash sinks to coat myself in soap, and then rinsed it off, which was surprisingly effective.

Next morning I found a nice place open for breakfast in Melrose, then drove home via my parents south of Moffat who provided yet more sustenance. Despite it raining for a good part of the day I managed to catch some sun on my legs.

After finishing my first Moffat Toffee 200 km I felt that I could justify the purchase of an Audax UK jersey; it was a significant achievement for me. Ten years later I’m happy to be audacious enough to try it on a recumbent trike, even if I finish out of time. For me, audax is about finding, and stretching, your limits. Other people have different limits, and that’s fine.

201 km, 1,847 m ascent, 13 hours

Just Visiting 50 km

22/02/25

“Would you be able to help out on the 22nd?”
“Sure”
“You’d have time to ride the 50 km first.”
“Ok, sign me up!”

And so after lasts year’s epic 100 km a more sedate ride this year, followed by a shift in the kitchen.

As the audaxer comes to expect (perhaps hope), there was a nice variety of cycles on this ride, including a two-wheeled Lightning recumbent, a hand cycle, at least one mountain bike, a couple of Sonders, and even my own current commuter, the Pompino – the first Audax not on my Hewitt. Not the only flat bar in attendance.

We were very lucky with the weather; mild, dry, a bit of sun. As I write this the following day the rain is lashing against my windows. The route is straightforward along quiet roads, fairly flat (surely not, Dean?) to the extent that I was feeling a bit under-geared, until two step climbs crossing the river Leven. I met who I now know to be Nick, when he had stopped to check the info control location.

The halfway-ish control was a cafe at HMP Kirklevington Grange, who very efficiently served us as we descended en masse. Huge pieces of cake, and my choice, big cheese scones. A great opportunity for learning skills and gaining experience to help find employment after imprisonment.

There was a bit of a headwind on the return journey, but no more sudden climbs. On arrival at the Northallerton Scout & Guide Hut there was the usual splendid spread of both mugs and food. After a feed and a shower I joined Kat and Paul in the kitchen to feed the finishers on the 100 and 200 km rides that were also running. Kat had everything well organised, I mostly spent time stirring pans to try and keep things warm and ready but not burnt (and apparently earned the honour of being the first person to prevent the veggie chilli sticking to the bottom of the pan). Paul had left it too late to enter a ride and decided to offer his services instead, which was great. I think they were only waiting for one rider to finish when I left, although unfortunately (well, for them) I left too early to brandish the mop.

55 km, 218 m climbed, average speed 18.5 kph, total time 3 hours 38 mins