Time flies

 The last time I was on this hill was some 18 years ago, unfortunately the shaky shot means that you cannot read Wapley Hill, a vertiginous Roman settlement hidden in the trees and the destination of yours truly on a bike 18 summers ago with is 6 year old daughter following on her ikkle princess learner bike with fat tyres and matching fat lip when she chinned the floor trying to ride no handed. Again. Other sagas on that epic trek included the handlebar stem breaking on my best mates bike meaning a significant sudden deficit in braking and steering ability which was only partly solved by throwing himself into the hedge and not oncoming traffic and my 8 year old son having a massive toddler style SOHF over the distance covered that day (20 miles) and never riding a bike again until a cycling trip in Spain four years ago when he rode his new bike from the airport to a car hire depot drove the remaining 14 days with his bike in the boot .

 More dodgy phone pics reveal less trauma today as the intrepid Red Kite Riders -3 did a 25 mile (some did 35 miles) circuit that included Wapley

 and two other nasty climbs in the fog and rain

before we could park our steeds and stuff ourselves with slabs of Swiss Roll. R100 has been sold on to another keen cyclist so is now getting used regularly rather than waiting for yours truly to get bored with his Boardman speed machine.