This youngster bought a bike last year with the intention of using it as you describe John...Only to find that it is at the drivers discretion that bikes can be carried on buses????
Didn't fancy turning up for the 7am bus to Fort William just to be knocked back!!!!
BTW....Still at the pushing it up hills stage(unladen)...
Jelboy.
------------- Campers of the storm,Into this world are born
Last time I was on a bike was about 1980...So when the weather improves it will be nice and slow till the fitness level comes up a bit...I am lucky in that I have woods at the back of my house with various paths all leading to a public park...Can go for miles without ever going on a road...
Jelboy.
------------- Campers of the storm,Into this world are born
Quote: Originally posted by jelboy53 on 09/3/2013
Last time I was on a bike was about 1980...So when the weather improves it will be nice and slow till the fitness level comes up a bit...I am lucky in that I have woods at the back of my house with various paths all leading to a public park...Can go for miles without ever going on a road...
Jelboy.
Sounds brilliant but you're right about no chance on the buses. The train works ok if you plan it first.
FWIW carrying my gear on my back even though I can travel very light is not quite good enough, I get too tired.
Using the bike I can go further and carry a few more comforts. If the weather is good it is the best of camping for me, never turned away from a site and can often camp wild
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Totally agree about being able to carry a few more comforts on the bike. I used to enjoy bike camping well into my 40's before my lung problems slowed me down.
The beauty of Scotland is that there are so many old military and farm roads/trails that can get you well into the wilds and make wild camping a reality with a bike.
I dare say Englandshire is pretty much the same
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After my dad retired we used to cycle camp together, sometimes with my youngest son. I would ask him where he fancied going and it would generally be somewhere like the lake district or the Pennines. In practice we usually managed the vale of York or Lincolnshire, much flatter. After his heart attack we carried on but I would carry the camping gear for both and we cut the miles down a bit.
We developed a method of stopping at a pub late afternoon where we would ask the landlord if there was a campsite handy (usually knowing full well there wasn't). The next tactic would be to say we liked a beer and good feed in a pub at night and we only had a little tent. Generally they would put 2 and 2 together and offer the garden overnight. Free camping contributed to the beer and feed and on 2 occasions we were offered breakfast in the morning too. Sadly dad didn't survive that long but I certainly treasure the times we had.
I was hoping my lads would develop a taste for the camp (probably put 'em off when they were young ) but so far no takers to carry dads stuff. Fortunately I do go with some younger friends so I hope that they will keep me on my game for some time yet.
Cheers John
ps, sorry to take the thread off subject
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"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt." - Bertrand Russell