This road is called The Struggle, really nasty when it snows. We did see a lone cyclist at the top. Unfortunately I couldn’t take a pic of the cyclist and the car was going fast – another downside of being a passenger in a car, you can’t take photos where you want, you are at the mercy of the driver.
I wanted to see a few old mills and this one was recommended to me by J. Saltaire was owned by a wealthy wool merchant, Titus, and he
created housing for his employees, a vast mill, a church, a school and a hospital.
and this is Lake Windermere, in Cumbria
J’s mother took us round the area by car and we had a handful of ‘photographic stops’.
What was most remarkable about my trip ‘up north’ was the sheer lack of cyclists. I think in two days I just saw about four. I saw just one cyclist
in Birmingham, he was wearing Hi-Viz. I saw no female cyclists whatsoever. I don’t think they have even heard of cyclechic. Obviously there are bound to be more but I just didn’t see them. Cycle paths were few and far between. There loads of ugly car parks in the pretty northern towns. Rural areas in the north are clearly pro-motorist but we did see a few country buses going through the moors. I didn’t see any Advanced Stop Lines either. Even telephone boxes were few and far between and if you are a cyclist, how can you be sure your mobile has a signal in the middle of a moor?