Last Sunday I went for a quick ride up Ballinastoe again – there was a bitterly cold easterly wind whipping in from over the Irish Sea.
How cold I didn’t realise until I got back down – the mud and water on the bike had frozen solid! – It was impossible to clean it off, even with the power wash at the trailhead.
There was snow over the weekend in Wicklow – on Sunday it was gorgeous, I rode around the trails in the cold sunshine, but I forgot my camera. I was back today, but most of the snow was mostly gone except for sheltered spots. But it was still a pleasure to hear the crunch of clean snow under the wheels, even if only for a few minutes. The conditions were difficult under a dark grey sky, with a mix of crushed ice, slush, snow and mud, and even some dry sections on the trail. But the bike handled it all fine, I’m constantly amazed at the grip of the Nobby Nics in all conditions. I only fell off once (thankfully, onto some snow).
The ridge top overlooking Lough Tay was surprisingly snow free, I guess it was more exposed to the sunshine of yesterday. But there was a ghostly silence over the landscape – the roads are iced up and impassable, I only saw a few dedicated hikers doing the Wicklow Way – and a handful of mountain bikers. The final sections down of course were the usual mud, lots of scrubbing to do before I could get in the car.
I was in Thailand and China (Guangxi and Shanghai) in January. One nice thing to see is that there is the seeds of a bike culture growing in parts of Asia. I saw a surprising number of hipster fixies on the streets of Bangkok and Hoa Hin, and there are plenty of new shops now in China selling decent quality mountain bikes and road bikes, a complete contrast to a few years ago when the only bikes available seemed to be for kids or the very poor. It was noticeable that a high proportion of people riding nice bikes were westerners, but there were plenty of locals too, in addition to the last remains of the old bike culture, iron flying pigeons and all. Even the occasional roadie on an incongruously expensive Italian carbon road bike can be seen on a Sunday morning in Bangkok, and I saw one small antique shop selling lovely old English Holdsworth utility bikes, ancient Brooks saddles and all.
The photos below show a neat little sculpture was outside a small hotel in Yangshuo in Guangxi province. The leafy bike below that is an apparently permanent fixture in Lumphini Park, Bangkok, while below that these two upmarket bikes are a strangely elegant intrusion on an otherwise dull street near the notorious Soi Cowboy.
I had a morning training event in Dundalk at the end of March (yes, I’m way behind dates in posting here), the weather forecast was great, so of course I took my bike with me. By 2.30 I was at Ravensdale Park in the Cooley Mountains in glorious sunshine. I decided to do a little singletrack around the forest, then climb the 508 metre summit of Black Mountain to look for trails I’d been told about on a previous visit, then descend on an old track that runs down to Anaverna townland and back to Ravensdale. On my way I found the first primrose I’d seen this year.
There is some singletrack in the forest, some seems purpose built for mountain biking, I presume by a local club. But the climb following the Tain Way long distance walk is a long tough ascent on forest roads. The sheep here still have their winter coats and oddly enough don’t have any lambs – I saw dozens of lambs in Wicklow the previous Sunday. Maybe northern sheep are most distrustful of Spring? Whatever the reason, they looked very hot and bothered.
The summit of Black Mountain is heavily disfigured with modern masts. I prefer the more modest megalithic tomb called that marks the highest point at 508 metres. From the top, an old farm track runs east along the ridge and then descends down to the townland of Anavarna.
Once over the top, there are a choice of trails, many of which look impassible when boggy. I decided to loop back down to Ravensdale.
Although sunny, there was a haze over the hills making the horizon invisible. A gorse fire on one of the hills made it look like a smoking volcano.
On the way down, along a beautiful grassy trail, there is what I think is a 19th century set of fake megalithic tombs, probably a landlords folly.
The way back to the car took a lot longer than expected. I was having trouble changing gears when all of a sudden everything seized up. For the second time since I got the bike, the gear hanger had snapped (I suspect from a bang I gave the bike when loading onto the car). The chain got caught in the rear so I couldn’t even roll the bike. I had to carry it down, hide it in a ditch, then drive back to pick it up. Awkward, but still a very nice ride. There are lots more trails in the area worth exploring I think so I’ll be back.
I’d heard a lot about the Tour de Burren, everyone says its maybe the best cycle event in the country right now. I signed up for the second longest route, 104km, and of course it was pouring rain.
All in all, its a great event, a model for others. Its fun and social, and the different routes loop in on each other, meaning everyone gets to see everyone else at some stage. North Clare is of course sublimely beautiful, even in the rain. Its tougher riding than it appears -although there are no big climbs, there is constant short sharp ones, which can be draining. And of course there are those Atlantic winds.
On the 10th June I did the annual Wicklow 200 ride, starting and finishing in Greystones. Just like last year, I managed to arrive late, so spent most of the day vainly trying to catch up with the main group. Unlike last year, it didn’t pour rain all day. It wasn’t great weather – grey and a little cold, but at least it wasn’t wet. Although one symptom of the very wet year we had was a terrible cloud of midges everyone had to battle through on the way up Glencree. I never really got going at a decent pace, so I was almost ridiculously slow (it was after 6pm when I finished), but better slow I suppose than not doing it at all.
A little late to post these pictures, but at the end of January I took advantage of some very nice weather on the west (it was pouring rain on the east coast), to go ride in Derroura in Connemara in Galway. I’d been there before, but it usually seems to be swathed in mist and rain. This time was very different.
The trail rises up around the mountain on a narrow path of flagstones.
The payoff for the first climb is a series of beautiful views south over the lake made famous in the John Ford film ‘The Quiet Man’.
Rounding the top, there are wonderful views over Lough Corrib and its numerous islands.
There is a pot of gold around here somewhere.
The trail winds back down to the carpark through forest on a series of long timber tracks (some of them are very slippy) running across the bog.