I’ve been a bit busy this week so haven't
posted anything on here about the trip to Cumbria that I mentioned last time.
It was a good weekend away, and the actual
run down was made in brilliant sunshine and with barely a cloud in the sky. It
was such a contrast to the abortive trip to Wales made on pretty much the same
roads only a week before.
Once I arrived I met up with a lot of the old
familiar faces. It's funny, but people that you only meet up with a few times a
year become good friends over the years and it is always good to get
As is the norm these days people arrive on an
assortment of machines, but these are probably the pick of the two-stoke MZs that
did turn up. They are ETS250 Trophy Sports. Well worn, and definitely well
Last weekend I packed the bike and headed
off for a rally in North Wales. Well, that was the plan.
The weather forecast had been a bit
iffy, but Friday dawned bright and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky and I
decided to give the weathermen the benefit of the doubt.
About an hour into the trip it began
to rain a bit, nothing too bad at first, just light drizzle. However, it was
getting increasingly windy and the bike was moving about a fair bit on exposed
sections. Once I got onto the motorway it went from bad to worse. Between the
rain, the spray thrown up by other vehicles, and the wind it was getting a bit dangerous so I left the motorway around about Gretna with the intention of sticking to
smaller more sheltered roads and seeing if the weather let up further south.
The Old Blacksmith Shop
I'd never been through Gretna until
this point so felt the urge to stop and take a couple of photos at the Old
Blacksmith Shop, famously the home of runaway weddings. This was one of the few
times that the rain stopped on the trip. It was also incredibly busy for lunchtime on a Friday, something which you can't really see in the photos.
This is just plain weird. It looks like something you'd see in North Korea
From Gretna I took mostly A-roads, but it was stretching the trip out a fair
bit and the weather didn’t look like improving. In fact, by the time I reached Kendal
in Cumbria my Satnav was showing that I still had about five hours left to my
destination. When I had set out three and a half hours earlier it had shown almost
the same time. The rain was still a feature, as was the wind neither of which looked like abating so, reluctantly, I
turned around and headed home.
When I was younger I'd just have
pressed on, so maybe I'm getting a bit wiser as I get older, or maybe I've just turned into a 'fair-weather-biker'? Whichever it is, I wasn't having fun and I had no guarantee that it was going to get any better anytime soon.
There's another rally in Cumbria this coming weekend and we'll have to see what the weather serves up this time around. It is, after all, supposed to be the bloody summer!