I packed as little as possible the night before. I was weary of the weight I had to hold whilst on my bike. My pack consisted of a set of clothes, 1.5L water, a puncture repair kit, route notes and some nutty snacks.
My Weekend Supplies |
God, this is real. I watch the rolling countryside flash by. There are animals grazing on deep green pastures, ribbons of passing streams and feathery trees touching the skyline. I feel my trepidation melt away: yes, I think I can do this...
There's always a dedicated carriage for bicycles on the train. |
I wheel my bike pass the magnificent Winchester Cathedral and I start riding at a footbridge crossing the A31 road. I leave the roar of cars behind and reemerge in a field of rippling, golden wheat. It's a gentle descent and I feel my heart lift with joy. My hands gently grip the rubber handlebars as the wind brushes past me. I take in the clicking rhythm of my bicycle and the scent of wheat, like warmed oats, blanketing the summer air. Wow, I whisper gently. This is why I love cycling, it is the feeling of pure freedom, embracing nature away from the walls that constrain us from the great outdoors.
Within ten minutes of riding, I reach a hill - Cheesefoot head. I lower my gears a few notches and brace; pedalling as hard as I can in the hope that I do not need to get off my bike and wheel it. I feel my bike get heavier and heavier. I start to wobble as my bike gets unsteady with a lack of speed and I have to dismount. I'm panting hard as I peel my rucksack away from me. I try to think positively: It's okay, with every uphill there's an easy downhill!
I am cycling on chalk tracks and I didn't anticipate how much slower this would make me, especially on hills. I cycle downhill but with unease. The uneven terrain was extremely disconcerting. I shudder and rattle with my bicycle, gripping the handlebars hard and as tense as a shell. I do not feel at one with my bike, I feel like I am battling it! I brake constantly to slow down the bumping on downhills and I fight with my pedals on the uphills.
This became a reoccurring pattern for the next few hours and it was extremely draining. I did not envision the route to be so technically difficult: it's an established route, how hard can it be? I thought naively, prior to leaving.
I stop for lunch in a sparse field with no civilisation in sight. I greet other walkers, cyclists and even a horse rider as they pass me. It's late afternoon and I still have far to go. I feel disheartened and even some self-hatred for finding it so difficult. I firmly establish a goal in my mind: Reach Moonlight Cottage, today's milestone, tiredness is temporary, don't be clumsy, just cycle, the only way is forward.
I immediately reach another hill. Why?! It's another battle with the pedals. I am breathless. I taste iron rising up in my throat. I descend down Butser Hill a little recklessly and I brake hard, my back wheel skids and I squeak in fear, planting my foot on the ground before I fall with the momentum of my bicycle. Uphills are hard. Downhills are hard. Flat sections are few and far between on the SDW. I just don't win.
I descend off Hartling Down and I reach a road. Road cycling is so fast, easy and efficient! I impulsively decide to cycle down it and I find myself lost within 40 minutes. I drop my bicycle to the ground, sitting crosslegged and I feel consumed with frustration. I decide to phone Dany, as I felt I needed a friend to talk to. I tell her I'm lost and my route notes do not cover my diversion. She's calm and she does not greet my situation with bemusement. She lets me know that its a 37 minute cycle to my destination. I thank her gratefully and I apologise for my grouchiness on the telephone. 37 minutes and you can stop. Just one last stretch....
I pedal fast on the tarmac roads. There is a bite of coldness as the wind whips pass me. I cycle pass the village sign 'Cocking'. I finally reach Moonlight Cottages in a rather dishevelled state.
I am pleasantly surprised by the tent accommodation for the night. wow, its a mansion tent! I can even stand inside it without brushing my head on the fabric. I happily play with the proprietor's dog and I spend my evening in the lounge area, chatting to x2 Londoner's who were also walking The South Downs Way.
I set myself the target of reaching Amberly, approximately fifteen miles away. I ascend and descend Heyshott Down, Bignor Hill, and Westburton Hill.
It's forecasted to rain heavily on Bank Holiday Monday, and I decide to raise the white flag at Amberly. It was a beautiful and less strenuous ride on Day 2. I decide not to press on to Ditchling, as I did not have a suitable escape route from the slippery chalky trails, should there be a downpour. On my return train journey, I bumped into Linda, a kiwi with the grit to see through the SDW, after a mechanical set back on her bike.
I stop for lunch in a sparse field with no civilisation in sight. I greet other walkers, cyclists and even a horse rider as they pass me. It's late afternoon and I still have far to go. I feel disheartened and even some self-hatred for finding it so difficult. I firmly establish a goal in my mind: Reach Moonlight Cottage, today's milestone, tiredness is temporary, don't be clumsy, just cycle, the only way is forward.
I immediately reach another hill. Why?! It's another battle with the pedals. I am breathless. I taste iron rising up in my throat. I descend down Butser Hill a little recklessly and I brake hard, my back wheel skids and I squeak in fear, planting my foot on the ground before I fall with the momentum of my bicycle. Uphills are hard. Downhills are hard. Flat sections are few and far between on the SDW. I just don't win.
I descend off Hartling Down and I reach a road. Road cycling is so fast, easy and efficient! I impulsively decide to cycle down it and I find myself lost within 40 minutes. I drop my bicycle to the ground, sitting crosslegged and I feel consumed with frustration. I decide to phone Dany, as I felt I needed a friend to talk to. I tell her I'm lost and my route notes do not cover my diversion. She's calm and she does not greet my situation with bemusement. She lets me know that its a 37 minute cycle to my destination. I thank her gratefully and I apologise for my grouchiness on the telephone. 37 minutes and you can stop. Just one last stretch....
I pedal fast on the tarmac roads. There is a bite of coldness as the wind whips pass me. I cycle pass the village sign 'Cocking'. I finally reach Moonlight Cottages in a rather dishevelled state.
My tent: Only £20.00 a night including breakfast, towel, shower and toiletries! |
Slept extremely soundly - didn't wake up at all until morning! A 40 mile days mountain biking in the bag. |
Day 2 - Cocking to Amberly
I start the morning with a silky sweet yoghurt and a cup of tea that sends waves of warm comfort. I am served a mammoth big breakfast with sauteed mushrooms, vegetarian sausages, buttery toast and scrambled eggs (eggs from the hens wandering around the grounds!).
I set myself the target of reaching Amberly, approximately fifteen miles away. I ascend and descend Heyshott Down, Bignor Hill, and Westburton Hill.
Well signposted throughout the cycle. |
Forest Tracks. |
A field of sunflowers in the middle of nowhere! |
The best free cycling food! |
The SDW Round up
- A single train ticket from Clapham Junction to Winchester was £18.30 (with a YP Railcard). A single train ticket from Amberly back to Clapham Junction was £9.50.
- I completed approximately 55 out of 100 miles of the South Downs Way. I haven't really mountain biked before. Mountain biking is a technical skill. I underestimated the difficulty of it. I was under the firm belief that I could do it, as I cycle regularly to work. Mountain biking is at least x2 harder then road cycling! I would advise that MTB skills are brushed up or researched upon before you give it a go.
- I used a hybrid bicycle. I would advise a mountain bike for this trail as I felt wobbly/unsteady on a lot of ascents and descents. A mountain biker I passed advised me that my tyres would've done nothing for me in wet conditions.
- Moonlight Cottage is only £20.00 a night in a tent including a big breakfast, towel, shower, toiletries and a sleeping bag. They do not advertise the tent provision online. Send them a email enquiry and they will be more then happy to let you use their tent. http://www.moonlightcottage.co.uk/
- I used a TrailBlazer guide by Jim Manthorpe for directions. The SDW is extremely well sign-posted, I dare say that you can do the route without route notes.
- My second nights accommodation was meant to be at Lantern Cottage in Ditchling.
- A very comprehensive guide for cycling the SDW is at: http://www.bikedowns.co.uk/
- I decided not to continue as I found it extremely hard doing the 40 miles on the first day. I felt I did not possess the technical skill to do it safely and comfortably but retrospectively I still enjoyed the challenge of it. I am looking into walking the remainder of the South Downs Way to complete the trail.
- If you have any questions or queries about the SDW, please feel free to email me or comment here.
Yet another epic effort and inspiring endeavour. I love the instinctively riding off down the road bit haha - road cycling is best :) I feel like I let you down with the advice - I too expected simpler times... But good practice for Andorra right?
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