I was up at angram some time ago, and did a short video. I don’t consider it very good, as I was just learning the drone controls mostly. It’s a fantastic area to walk, and away from the crowds that can occur around the more popular scarhouse dam.
So I plan to go back up and do some better videos subject to the weather of course.
I picked up my trusty Nikon for the first time in ages, and headed out to the deer park at Studley Royal.
I thought the deer may of started rutting. They hadn’t, but I found a few deer, and they where play fighting for a while.
I had mounted my longest zoom, mounted it on a monopod as the weight of the lens and camera make hand holding almost impossible.
I think this image worked better in B&W, I had difficulty getting the exposure, as they where sat under a large oak, giving plenty of shade.
Papa Smurf was found in a sorry state, discarded in the grass. But is now determined to enjoy life outdoors.
Yeah, I’m niche. Not really something to boast about yet we humans like to feel as if we’re forging our own paths, that we are remarkable in some small way, atypical, one of a few. We follow not crowds, only our own will, for yes I’m smart, in control, not one of them, all those […]
Just a short ride today. My motivation of late has been lacking.
I thought the Cycle path may of been busy, with it being a bank holiday, and the Bilton Gala, at least on the way out.
On the way to Ripley, I was overtaken by a guy on a trek bike that was making an awful noise. His drive chain was grinding away sounding like it was about to implode at any moment.
Following him for awhile, half expecting to be showered in pieces of rear derailleur detritus, I managed to set a new PB on a segment, achieving a time of 4:50.
On the way back, my front derailleur again refused to move up into the large ring, losing me a chunk of time, and something to sort out when I get back home.
I decided again to heft it up a short climb at the end of the cycle path, locally known as Gardners Hill, due to the pub at the bottom. When I was critically unfit this short hill would kill me, and I’d fail to even get a quarter of the way up it. But now, I can due it in under a minute. (Yes, it really is that short)
Back on the cycle path at Starbeck I swore and cursed at my derailluer to get its act together and move into the big ring, it steadfastly refused to move the chain. So a brief stop to again change the cable tension got it back in. But now, that barrel adjuster had reached the limit of its acceptable travel, but at least I had a working big ring. So it was a small test ride down to the Nidd Viaduct, and by now, the path was so busy with people.
And finally back home to sort out the issue with my front shifting.