A return to old stomping grounds
Years ago, when I was based out of the office in Skem, I was able, for most of the year, to finish early, and then get on my bike for a ride that would be in the thirty mile range before the light failed. The rides were all naturally loops starting and finishing at home, and a number of the go-to rides took in swathes of traffic free paths. Whilst one might only be a couple of hundred metres away from the everyday humdrum, for all intents and purposes, it was a world free.
One of those places, and perhaps my favourite, was, and is, the Cheshire Lines Path. This used to be a rail line, but post-Beeching, no more.
I can remember distinctly trying to race swallows in the early evening; a late autumn afternoon where I met no one else in ten miles; riding in snow and ice in late march. It is a sign of how desperately unfit I have become that the three and a bit mile walk this afternoon left me not wheezing for breath, but by no means light on my feet. I need to work on that.
All that said, this is a selection from this afternoon:
Farmers gonna farm. Good depth of field focus here. Pleased.
This would have been so much better with a filter and some long exposure. Still, the light off the water was nice.
You might think that with this bridge's three arch construction, it would be a road bridge. Not a bit of it. It links the B5195 with some fields.
The view from under the B5195
And with more light..
And from slightly further away, with a bonus peleton.
The same sign, with different focus. It struck me as there were two potential routes here: the worn, and the untrodden.
The same viewpoint, looking south. I like the strong organic lines here.
Some tree blossoming.
The end of the road. This is almost composed in terms of the Rule of Thirds.
Aged power lines.
This suggests the aged power lines are still live. I can't imagine why. They don't go anywhere.
Farmers farming.
The soil here is rich and fertile.
A farmhouse. I tried to frame or give scale with the pylon and turbine.
A tree had evidently grown through the fence. This is all that's left of it.
Another group of cyclists. Really wish I'd remebered to take the filter with me, as this could have prevented the washed out look of the sky.
One of those places, and perhaps my favourite, was, and is, the Cheshire Lines Path. This used to be a rail line, but post-Beeching, no more.
I can remember distinctly trying to race swallows in the early evening; a late autumn afternoon where I met no one else in ten miles; riding in snow and ice in late march. It is a sign of how desperately unfit I have become that the three and a bit mile walk this afternoon left me not wheezing for breath, but by no means light on my feet. I need to work on that.
All that said, this is a selection from this afternoon:
Farmers gonna farm. Good depth of field focus here. Pleased.
This would have been so much better with a filter and some long exposure. Still, the light off the water was nice.
You might think that with this bridge's three arch construction, it would be a road bridge. Not a bit of it. It links the B5195 with some fields.
The view from under the B5195
And with more light..
And from slightly further away, with a bonus peleton.
The same sign, with different focus. It struck me as there were two potential routes here: the worn, and the untrodden.
The same viewpoint, looking south. I like the strong organic lines here.
Some tree blossoming.
The end of the road. This is almost composed in terms of the Rule of Thirds.
Aged power lines.
This suggests the aged power lines are still live. I can't imagine why. They don't go anywhere.
Farmers farming.
The soil here is rich and fertile.
A farmhouse. I tried to frame or give scale with the pylon and turbine.
A tree had evidently grown through the fence. This is all that's left of it.
Another group of cyclists. Really wish I'd remebered to take the filter with me, as this could have prevented the washed out look of the sky.