Words by Eric , Pic by Slim
This is known as “the lost TNR” as it took a few weeks to get around to recording it 🙂
Crew; El Pres, Butty, Slim, Eric
Pub; PtD
Route; OBR, Teggs, Reservoir, Leathers, Bob’s Bench, Leathers again, Reverse Nessit, Son of Dentist, Motorway climb, uphill downhill, Narnia, witches path, Hardingland, Leathers.
Conditions; Not as nasty as expected.
Stats; The route was so secret that due to failure to report in a timely manner no one can actually remember the details.
With the weatherman forecasting high winds the forest seemed like the place to be for the select few tonight.
Slim was his usual late self so the three wise men headed over Teggs before circling the wagons around at the Leathers for a while to await his approach.
In search of something a little different we reversed Nessit in search of the Son of Dentist (or SOD as acronyms go) which was not as slippery as might have been expected at the top; this was because all the slipperiness appeared to have slipped to the lower part which was sooper slippy. Slim slipped into a tree at this point.
The atypical theme was continued as Butty set off up a “track I know” which got steeper and silly-er; ah yes we know this one too, it’s the downhill course. The clue is in the name, and we ain’t never come across a decent downhill that you can ride up. Butty and the Pres pushed to the top and then took the normal citizens descent whilst Slim and Eric followed the instructions on the tree and rode back down, having walked the course.
In the words of the Beatles – “when I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride till I get to the bottom…….” Through Narnia to the witches cottage, up to the road and then back down the witches path before a blast down Hardingland to round off an evening of forest variations on a theme.
Having spent the evening “at home” it was only right that we landed in the Leathers – or did we ? , when was the refurb, damn this senility.