THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
The events depicted in this report took place in England, France, Spain and Andorra in June 2014.
At the request of the innocent, some of the names have been changed.
With a complete lack of respect for the three Muppets involved, the rest has been told roughly as it occurred.
(Whilst every effort has been made to produce an accurate report some of the events may have taken place in a different order than portrayed. All views / opinions are my own and do not necessarily represent those of the other parties involved)
Bikes - DRZ 400 S, XR 60 R, 690 Enduro R
No pre-planned route or stops except for our final destination. We just get the map out and have a look at what might be a nice route heading in roughly the right direction, based on the lack of towns or perhaps a national park, etc. To be honest, if you pick a road that goes through a green bit on the map or follows a river valley you can't really go wrong. No motorways were used.
Saturday 14th
Loaded up all my sh*t and set off towards Glenn's.
Oh God, what a horribly nasty thing to ride all loaded up. Cornering was interesting or scary, depending on your outlook, with the bike dropping into corners as if the wheels had been pulled out from underneath it. I slowly got the hang of it as I made my way along the A31 but it wasn't a lot of fun. Was I really going to ride this thing a few thousand miles ?
I arrived at Glenn's and we went through a few things. We had a meal and a couple of beers before I crashed in his spare room.
Aldershot to Chandlers Ford - 45 miles
Sunday 15th
Lee arrived at 06:30. Bloody hell ! He wasn't joking when he said he had loaded up all but the kitchen sink. James came out to see us of and we wobbled away towards Portsmouth.
At the Docs, Glenn commented that his bike had a nasty wobble at speed and planned to do a reload to distribute the weight better or perhaps even dump some stuff. We checked in and showed our passports although Glenn didn't really need his because the girl at the check-in kiosk knew him.
We bumped into three blokes who were doing a road tour of France. I knew they'd be on the boat because I'd seen the trip being organised on The Hubb. As is usual with these kind of things, when the trip was at the early stages of planning they'd had loads of interest but most riders had dropped out.
We were pulled aside for a security check, the chap had a look in Glenn and Lee's luggage and my rucksack was x-rayed while I passed through a metal detector.
With the bikes strapped down on the boat, we headed upstairs to find our pre-booked seats then get some munchies. The crossing was smooth and uneventful.
We disembarked and went through customs then hit the road. Our first night's stop was just South of Chateau-Gontier in the Pays de la Loire. Google maps gives the distance as 127 miles but our meandering route was 146. We set up our tents in a rather nice campsite near a river. As is often the case with the campsites in France, the pitches were demarqued by hedges giving the feel of your own little spot.
We cooked up some chilli con carne and rice then went for a wander about. There was a pizza restaurant with a bar just along the road from the site entrance so we could have saved our chilli and had a pizza with our couple of beers. It was Leffe Blonde I think. There is something weird about the Belgian Abbey beers; they slip down easily and although not overly strong, they do give me a buzz quite quickly. We all made the mistake of not putting on some insect repellant and the mozzies had a good meal at our expense.
Chandlers Ford to Daon – 146 miles
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Re: Pyrenees June 2014
Monday 16th
Trying to write a run report is awkward. Sorry, I should really say that trying to write an interesting run report is bloody awkward. It's so difficult for it not to read like it's written by someone called Norman who phones into a radio show (switch to nasal voice) The problem is that it is a travelogue, so it's going to end up as a list of stuff that happened, perhaps with the odd bit of rambling, some contentious opinions and a bit of backtracking. I didn't want to get tied into sitting down and writing up notes each day so I thought I'd just jot down a few points each night. I managed that for only a couple of nights so I must continue to ramble on with only what I can find in my poor, addled brain.
A word or three on photos, you can never take too many. Memory cards are cheap as chips (there's a pun in there somewhere if you search for it) so just snap away whenever you can. Don't be so quick to delete stuff either. Even the photo that is blurred and mostly of your finger that was over the lens can take you straight back to when and where you took it. I think that's because when you first saw it on your pooter when you got home and said to yourself “what the fcuk is that supposed to be?” your brain had to put some effort in to work out that it was when you scurried up a hill and stood on that rock pinnacle to look at the superb view. You don't have a record of that view on a CF card or on FaceTube but you do have that magnificent, awe inspiring vista burned into your brain and the simple prompt of an out of focus finger will always bring it rushing back to you.
So anyway let's get back to this particular trip shall we ?
So I guess it's true what has been said by many in jest.....”sleep is for wimps” I crawled out of my tent about an hour or so too early (maybe 0530) having had a really restless night. First too hot, then too cold, then cold but sweaty (had I contracted dengue fever or something ?), then bloody hell!, Now I really did need a piss.
Glenn was out and about soon after me with Lee surfacing after we'd made just enough noise to make sure he was awake. We stumbled about getting ourselves and our stuff together.
A brew and a few biscuits was breakfast before we roughed out a proposed route and got loaded up. On more than a few occasions on this trip one of us would proudly declare that we were ready to roll only to discover a sleeping bag, pair of trainers, cooker, etc. had been hiding under a riding jacket and a bit of a re-pack was required because “it bloody-well came out of that pannier, why the feck won't it go back in ??”
As we trundled generally SSE along the quiet, traffic-free country roads we passed a sign “route fermée déviation à 5km” I twigged what it meant and assumed Glenn who was leading had as well and would have been looking on his GPS for a “go around”. He hadn't and we came to an earth bank barrier blocking the road. As it was Sunday and there was no one working I decided that we should see if we could just carry on. There was a tyre-width gap between the pile of earth and a ditch at one end and we skipped through onto what was the base layer for a new stretch of tarmac. This surface of scalpings being ideal for our bikes we were through in no time. “Where we're going, we don't need roads”
With France being so much less populated than we're used to in the UK, they don't mess about when they want to build a new road, a couple of new bridges and a few underpasses and that's it sorted. Often they don't bother widening an existing road but just pop a new dual carriageway or motorway a little bit to one side, leaving the old road still in use. We hit another section of closed road a bit later. It was ride-able too and we met a German registered BMW gsa coming the other way. The guy was riding it but his wife/partner was running along behind. Obviously, the surface was a little looser than a Starbucks carpark and he was out of his comfort zone. (sorry, I know poor GS riders are the butt of too many lame jokes)
“Bye-bye Miss American Pie, rode my Dee-arr-zee to the levee but the levee was dry” doesn't quite work but just South of Angers, our road sat on the top of a huge one that ran alongside the River Loire at it spread over a sandy flood plain. Bikes on Dykes then (sorry). I noticed that there seemed to be a trail that ran alongside the river and was accessible at various ramps. I was about to blatt up to Glenn to suggest we had a look when he pulled over. Fools never differ then. Under a clear blue sky, we dropped onto a well graded track next to the slow moving water. We came across a group of workmen doing some repairs to the stonework and some chaps fishing. They all responded to our waves with a cheery wave and a “bonjour” (you can see that happening in the UK, can't you) We had to pop onto the road a couple of times but there was a clear route along the riverside for miles. Glenn did venture his XR onto one of the big sand bars but managed to keep it rolling and get back off again. The surface was way too soft for a bike made all lardy with luggage but would be a hoot empty.
We found a campsite a little west of Perigeuex. As usual, it was near a river.
Daon to St-Astier – 245 miles
Trying to write a run report is awkward. Sorry, I should really say that trying to write an interesting run report is bloody awkward. It's so difficult for it not to read like it's written by someone called Norman who phones into a radio show (switch to nasal voice) The problem is that it is a travelogue, so it's going to end up as a list of stuff that happened, perhaps with the odd bit of rambling, some contentious opinions and a bit of backtracking. I didn't want to get tied into sitting down and writing up notes each day so I thought I'd just jot down a few points each night. I managed that for only a couple of nights so I must continue to ramble on with only what I can find in my poor, addled brain.
A word or three on photos, you can never take too many. Memory cards are cheap as chips (there's a pun in there somewhere if you search for it) so just snap away whenever you can. Don't be so quick to delete stuff either. Even the photo that is blurred and mostly of your finger that was over the lens can take you straight back to when and where you took it. I think that's because when you first saw it on your pooter when you got home and said to yourself “what the fcuk is that supposed to be?” your brain had to put some effort in to work out that it was when you scurried up a hill and stood on that rock pinnacle to look at the superb view. You don't have a record of that view on a CF card or on FaceTube but you do have that magnificent, awe inspiring vista burned into your brain and the simple prompt of an out of focus finger will always bring it rushing back to you.
So anyway let's get back to this particular trip shall we ?
So I guess it's true what has been said by many in jest.....”sleep is for wimps” I crawled out of my tent about an hour or so too early (maybe 0530) having had a really restless night. First too hot, then too cold, then cold but sweaty (had I contracted dengue fever or something ?), then bloody hell!, Now I really did need a piss.
Glenn was out and about soon after me with Lee surfacing after we'd made just enough noise to make sure he was awake. We stumbled about getting ourselves and our stuff together.
A brew and a few biscuits was breakfast before we roughed out a proposed route and got loaded up. On more than a few occasions on this trip one of us would proudly declare that we were ready to roll only to discover a sleeping bag, pair of trainers, cooker, etc. had been hiding under a riding jacket and a bit of a re-pack was required because “it bloody-well came out of that pannier, why the feck won't it go back in ??”
As we trundled generally SSE along the quiet, traffic-free country roads we passed a sign “route fermée déviation à 5km” I twigged what it meant and assumed Glenn who was leading had as well and would have been looking on his GPS for a “go around”. He hadn't and we came to an earth bank barrier blocking the road. As it was Sunday and there was no one working I decided that we should see if we could just carry on. There was a tyre-width gap between the pile of earth and a ditch at one end and we skipped through onto what was the base layer for a new stretch of tarmac. This surface of scalpings being ideal for our bikes we were through in no time. “Where we're going, we don't need roads”
With France being so much less populated than we're used to in the UK, they don't mess about when they want to build a new road, a couple of new bridges and a few underpasses and that's it sorted. Often they don't bother widening an existing road but just pop a new dual carriageway or motorway a little bit to one side, leaving the old road still in use. We hit another section of closed road a bit later. It was ride-able too and we met a German registered BMW gsa coming the other way. The guy was riding it but his wife/partner was running along behind. Obviously, the surface was a little looser than a Starbucks carpark and he was out of his comfort zone. (sorry, I know poor GS riders are the butt of too many lame jokes)
“Bye-bye Miss American Pie, rode my Dee-arr-zee to the levee but the levee was dry” doesn't quite work but just South of Angers, our road sat on the top of a huge one that ran alongside the River Loire at it spread over a sandy flood plain. Bikes on Dykes then (sorry). I noticed that there seemed to be a trail that ran alongside the river and was accessible at various ramps. I was about to blatt up to Glenn to suggest we had a look when he pulled over. Fools never differ then. Under a clear blue sky, we dropped onto a well graded track next to the slow moving water. We came across a group of workmen doing some repairs to the stonework and some chaps fishing. They all responded to our waves with a cheery wave and a “bonjour” (you can see that happening in the UK, can't you) We had to pop onto the road a couple of times but there was a clear route along the riverside for miles. Glenn did venture his XR onto one of the big sand bars but managed to keep it rolling and get back off again. The surface was way too soft for a bike made all lardy with luggage but would be a hoot empty.
We found a campsite a little west of Perigeuex. As usual, it was near a river.
Daon to St-Astier – 245 miles
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Re: Pyrenees June 2014
Tuesday 17th
Boys of any age are immature, we still find toilet humour, farts and rude words as funny in our 40s as we did when we were ten. Some grow out of it but I'm sure those are the ones who can be found polishing their cars every Sunday and worrying about whether or not their TV is as big as the next-door neighbours. So it was of course inevitable that we should have felt the need to pause for photographs near a road sign for a small town about 500 miles into our journey.
We rode some cracking roads today; twisty and smooth tarmac with the cambers seemingly formed just for bikes. There were more elevation changes and the vegetation was a little different. Towards the end of our day mountains started to loom in the distance; their summits hidden in angry looking clouds. We were now in the Midi Pyrenees.
We stopped for the night just a little south of Lourdes; a town that was pretty unremarkable until 1858 when a 14 year old girl claimed to have been visited by The Virgin Mary. The town now plays host to five million visitors a year. Pilgrims come to take the waters of a sacred spring in the belief that all ills and ailments will be healed.
Our campsite was a little strange for us reserved English Chaps. We were offered a dinner of mules-frites which would be attended by most of the site. The staff sang a folk song in French before dinner was served and we had to introduce ourselves to everyone. It was a very friendly place though and I'm sure that all three of us would have joined in a bit more with the singing if the beer served with the meal hadn't seemed to be completely lacking in alcohol.
St-Astier to Agos-Vidalos – 201 miles
Boys of any age are immature, we still find toilet humour, farts and rude words as funny in our 40s as we did when we were ten. Some grow out of it but I'm sure those are the ones who can be found polishing their cars every Sunday and worrying about whether or not their TV is as big as the next-door neighbours. So it was of course inevitable that we should have felt the need to pause for photographs near a road sign for a small town about 500 miles into our journey.
We rode some cracking roads today; twisty and smooth tarmac with the cambers seemingly formed just for bikes. There were more elevation changes and the vegetation was a little different. Towards the end of our day mountains started to loom in the distance; their summits hidden in angry looking clouds. We were now in the Midi Pyrenees.
We stopped for the night just a little south of Lourdes; a town that was pretty unremarkable until 1858 when a 14 year old girl claimed to have been visited by The Virgin Mary. The town now plays host to five million visitors a year. Pilgrims come to take the waters of a sacred spring in the belief that all ills and ailments will be healed.
Our campsite was a little strange for us reserved English Chaps. We were offered a dinner of mules-frites which would be attended by most of the site. The staff sang a folk song in French before dinner was served and we had to introduce ourselves to everyone. It was a very friendly place though and I'm sure that all three of us would have joined in a bit more with the singing if the beer served with the meal hadn't seemed to be completely lacking in alcohol.
St-Astier to Agos-Vidalos – 201 miles
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Wednesday 18th (Part One)
We set off in an Easterly direction and kept to the minor roads that run over the mountain passes and make up part of the Route des Cols. We did some serious climbs today; I think it was this part of the route that made the biggest dent in my “how long will these tyres last ?” calculation.
We saw loads of seriously energetic cyclists emulating their Tour de France heroes as they followed in their wheel tracks. How the hell they can power up these roads as fast as they do I will never understand. To be honest, it's bloody hard work muscling a motorbike along.
The roads were superb; switchback after hairpin after switchback with views to take your breath away. At one point were overtaken by a bunch on chaps on GSs but as some of the roads were pretty broken up we were able to scurry past them easily on the loose surfaces.
We crossed into Spain just east of Bagnères-de-Luchon on the D618A and continued on the N230 to Veilha. From here we took a trail that is long cut to Llivorsi and then made our way to Tremp.
We set off in an Easterly direction and kept to the minor roads that run over the mountain passes and make up part of the Route des Cols. We did some serious climbs today; I think it was this part of the route that made the biggest dent in my “how long will these tyres last ?” calculation.
We saw loads of seriously energetic cyclists emulating their Tour de France heroes as they followed in their wheel tracks. How the hell they can power up these roads as fast as they do I will never understand. To be honest, it's bloody hard work muscling a motorbike along.
The roads were superb; switchback after hairpin after switchback with views to take your breath away. At one point were overtaken by a bunch on chaps on GSs but as some of the roads were pretty broken up we were able to scurry past them easily on the loose surfaces.
We crossed into Spain just east of Bagnères-de-Luchon on the D618A and continued on the N230 to Veilha. From here we took a trail that is long cut to Llivorsi and then made our way to Tremp.
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Wednesday 18th (Part Two)
I had phoned Jane earlier in the day to give her a rough idea of our ETA and she had said that if we phoned her from Tremp, she'd meet us at the bottom of the village. We made our way up the sinuous single lane and when I thought we must be near the top, we started going back down the other side. Time for another picture; you can just make out the little church on the rock in the centre.
Now, we have to wind back a bit. When we were planning this trip, I struggled to find suitable accommodation that was central to our proposed riding area. There are plenty of hotels but none that would be within our budget have secure on-site parking. Ideally we needed to be able to park the bikes very near to our rooms for security, ease of lugging gear about and of course, maintenance.
I managed to find Jane's place and it looked ideal but was listed as pedestrian access only. I asked Jane and she said that residents have to park down in the village and walk up the hill. I asked if there would be any objection to us riding up there. Her reply was that she didn't think we'd be able to but she would have no problem with us trying.
I got her to send me some pickies of the approach to the farmhouse and we decided that we should be able to get three heavily laden trail-bikes up into the courtyard.
Jane led the way on her little quad that she uses to transport guest's luggage up the hill. Lee was next followed by Glenn, then me. We wobbled our way up a very steep and narrow concrete path with cobbles up the middle, picking our way around people's front steps and making a couple of sharp dog-legs only to arrive at what appeared to be a dead end. The part of the “way in” that Jane had sent me a photograph of was up a zigzag concrete ramp. Some sweating, swearing, revving and burning of clutches occurred before we finally rode up the lose cobbled path, through a small gate and down three steps into the courtyard.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltWOb3vSuGk&feature=youtu.be
Jane apologised for not letting us know about the tight turns; she hadn't realised it would be an issue. We told her not to worry and assured her that we would have very little problem getting in when we weren't loaded. On of the other guests bought us some cold beers.
Agos-Vidalos to Santa Engracia – 195 miles
I had phoned Jane earlier in the day to give her a rough idea of our ETA and she had said that if we phoned her from Tremp, she'd meet us at the bottom of the village. We made our way up the sinuous single lane and when I thought we must be near the top, we started going back down the other side. Time for another picture; you can just make out the little church on the rock in the centre.
Now, we have to wind back a bit. When we were planning this trip, I struggled to find suitable accommodation that was central to our proposed riding area. There are plenty of hotels but none that would be within our budget have secure on-site parking. Ideally we needed to be able to park the bikes very near to our rooms for security, ease of lugging gear about and of course, maintenance.
I managed to find Jane's place and it looked ideal but was listed as pedestrian access only. I asked Jane and she said that residents have to park down in the village and walk up the hill. I asked if there would be any objection to us riding up there. Her reply was that she didn't think we'd be able to but she would have no problem with us trying.
I got her to send me some pickies of the approach to the farmhouse and we decided that we should be able to get three heavily laden trail-bikes up into the courtyard.
Jane led the way on her little quad that she uses to transport guest's luggage up the hill. Lee was next followed by Glenn, then me. We wobbled our way up a very steep and narrow concrete path with cobbles up the middle, picking our way around people's front steps and making a couple of sharp dog-legs only to arrive at what appeared to be a dead end. The part of the “way in” that Jane had sent me a photograph of was up a zigzag concrete ramp. Some sweating, swearing, revving and burning of clutches occurred before we finally rode up the lose cobbled path, through a small gate and down three steps into the courtyard.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltWOb3vSuGk&feature=youtu.be
Jane apologised for not letting us know about the tight turns; she hadn't realised it would be an issue. We told her not to worry and assured her that we would have very little problem getting in when we weren't loaded. On of the other guests bought us some cold beers.
Agos-Vidalos to Santa Engracia – 195 miles
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Re: Pyrenees June 2014
Some pictures of our rock
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Thursday 19th
Today was our first day of trail-riding proper. We had agreed that we'd have a relaxed start into an easy day but the boys were getting itchy about me dicking about with my bike. I have been known to faff about a bit (no, really !) so they should be used to it by now.
To be honest, I could have not ridden today; a day of sorting stuff and chilling would have been very OK with me. I was a bit grumpy and humpy as we wobbled the bikes down the staircase out of our “garage” and nearly binned it within 5 feet of setting off. I was too close to Lee and he stopped because he was too close to Glenn who had paused. This left me with both wheels sitting on the nose of steps and my feet about a foot off the ground. If it wasn't for my superb trials skills I would have fallen into a heap of probable pain, possible damage and certain humiliation. Lee moved off just as I was at the point of overbalancing.
We took the unsurfaced route down from the village and passed the water pump that Mr. Vince uses as a checkpoint on his Pyrenees navigational challenges. This takes a more direct route than the tarmac road we have been using but brings you down past some allotments and through a newly cobbled, narrow path that feels like you shouldn't really be there.
(Note- it is a legal route and villagers drive it)
Glenn had done a load of map work in the weeks leading up to our trip and had created GPX files for all of the lanes we knew were rideable and a few others that were legal and looked promising as links. However, Lee's GPS had decided to dump them and mine could display the routes but kept trying to re-route me. Glenn had the routes working fine on two GPSs but his newer one had a map that was very pretty but made the tracks virtually unreadable and I think the other one had no map detail at all. He got pretty down about it; frustrated that perhaps all his bloody hard work might be for nothing. He did however manage to merge the two systems in his head and did a super fine job of getting us around. Well done Glenn !!!!
Today we were investigating the south western quadrant of our planned riding area and the first few lanes were tracks alongside arable fields.
One of the routes started from the end of a railway station platform and we had to get the bikes round a chained gateway and across the tracks. With not much visibility in one direction, it was a bit sphincter twitching to be honest.
The trails today were a mix of easy farm tracks, rocky climbs and twisty gravel roads. We rode through farmland, forestry and arid scrub. We even found a few bits of sticky mud.
Our southern most trail ran along the northern edge of the Serra del Montsec mountain range. The views were terrific.
Our return to the main road gave us the opportunity to take Lee on the most fun, twistiest of twisty roads that we discovered last time we were here.
https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@42.1525924,0.8137279,15z
(click "Earth" view for an idea of the terrain or "streetview" to see what it's like to ride
(I was sure my front MT21 had no chance of making it back to the UK)
On the way back we took a detour to look at the spillway from the Talarn Dam which was built in 1913 to harness the Noguera Pallaresa for hydro electric power and irrigation.
Today Lee learnt the first rule of trail-riding in the Pyrenees “Always stop in the shade”
Santa Engracia to Santa Engracia – 95 miles
Today was our first day of trail-riding proper. We had agreed that we'd have a relaxed start into an easy day but the boys were getting itchy about me dicking about with my bike. I have been known to faff about a bit (no, really !) so they should be used to it by now.
To be honest, I could have not ridden today; a day of sorting stuff and chilling would have been very OK with me. I was a bit grumpy and humpy as we wobbled the bikes down the staircase out of our “garage” and nearly binned it within 5 feet of setting off. I was too close to Lee and he stopped because he was too close to Glenn who had paused. This left me with both wheels sitting on the nose of steps and my feet about a foot off the ground. If it wasn't for my superb trials skills I would have fallen into a heap of probable pain, possible damage and certain humiliation. Lee moved off just as I was at the point of overbalancing.
We took the unsurfaced route down from the village and passed the water pump that Mr. Vince uses as a checkpoint on his Pyrenees navigational challenges. This takes a more direct route than the tarmac road we have been using but brings you down past some allotments and through a newly cobbled, narrow path that feels like you shouldn't really be there.
(Note- it is a legal route and villagers drive it)
Glenn had done a load of map work in the weeks leading up to our trip and had created GPX files for all of the lanes we knew were rideable and a few others that were legal and looked promising as links. However, Lee's GPS had decided to dump them and mine could display the routes but kept trying to re-route me. Glenn had the routes working fine on two GPSs but his newer one had a map that was very pretty but made the tracks virtually unreadable and I think the other one had no map detail at all. He got pretty down about it; frustrated that perhaps all his bloody hard work might be for nothing. He did however manage to merge the two systems in his head and did a super fine job of getting us around. Well done Glenn !!!!
Today we were investigating the south western quadrant of our planned riding area and the first few lanes were tracks alongside arable fields.
One of the routes started from the end of a railway station platform and we had to get the bikes round a chained gateway and across the tracks. With not much visibility in one direction, it was a bit sphincter twitching to be honest.
The trails today were a mix of easy farm tracks, rocky climbs and twisty gravel roads. We rode through farmland, forestry and arid scrub. We even found a few bits of sticky mud.
Our southern most trail ran along the northern edge of the Serra del Montsec mountain range. The views were terrific.
Our return to the main road gave us the opportunity to take Lee on the most fun, twistiest of twisty roads that we discovered last time we were here.
https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@42.1525924,0.8137279,15z
(click "Earth" view for an idea of the terrain or "streetview" to see what it's like to ride
(I was sure my front MT21 had no chance of making it back to the UK)
On the way back we took a detour to look at the spillway from the Talarn Dam which was built in 1913 to harness the Noguera Pallaresa for hydro electric power and irrigation.
Today Lee learnt the first rule of trail-riding in the Pyrenees “Always stop in the shade”
Santa Engracia to Santa Engracia – 95 miles
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Re: Pyrenees June 2014
Thanks Dave,
I will continue the updates.
I also have a load of video to edit; hopefully I can put together something interesting out of it.
I will continue the updates.
I also have a load of video to edit; hopefully I can put together something interesting out of it.