Mmmmm - you make a reasonable point. If I recollect from earlier posts, Beck’s nearest store is now twenty or so miles away. Sitting here, within a twenty mile radius there must be at least a thousand stores. One man’s middle of nowhere is another woman’s urban sprawl. But let me try to persuade you that on a bike I can get to something that is at least a little bit like the middle of nowhere. All from the Rides of Obligation, mostly road as we’re using google earth:
On the 2012 Olympic climb, the Zig-Zag Road: Google Maps
Hammerpond Road - the Tour of Britain came along here a couple of years ago - if you know what a hammer pond is then you can probably guess why. A road section on one of my off-road rides - I did it this morning, completing the off-road rides of obligation!
Near Cowden - the woods are full of wild garlic and bluebells. My favourite springtime ride - later this week, I think. And that really is a swamp - very unusual round here:
On the Ashdown forest - there’s a slight location clue. About half a mile from Poohsticks Bridge, a mile from where Christopher Robin lived and Brian Jones died:
OK, so at no time am I three days walk from the nearest house. All twenty-odd miles from the centre of London. But ever so slightly like the middle of nowhere?
Three DAYS walk? I’m 20-some miles from downtown Chicago and twas a time I could do it in a few hours. And Poohsticks? My people call that wattle and daub.
Pretty country in an ‘around here before that damned glacier (Wife’s term) scraped everything flat’ way. Southwestern Wisconsin.
My broken foot is all healed up! The wound is next, but I’m gonna start putting some weight on it.
I destroyed the living room sofa so I want to replace it with two (daughter and me) recliners. What got me in here was my difficulty standing so I picked ones that will lift me a bit and dump me out. That it includes a heater, massage, cup holders, and USB ports to charge stuff is icing on the cake.
