A ride out with Reptile Number 2

Awaking this morning I was kind of lost as to what to do, and as the morning slowly passed away and I couldn't think of anything I decided to hide under my throw and see if possibly falling asleep would help either motivate me or bring some positive ideas to spring to mind.

Just as I was dropping off, wor Kyle (Reptile #2) poked his head into my room and said: "hey what are you doing in bed, it's a lovely day do you fancy doing something, maybe go out in the bug?" Well obviously now I thought I was having some sort of a weird sleepy dream state event, as Kyle rarely asks me to do I fancy doing anything. Apparently, it had been really slow at KFC and the Colonel had given Kyle the day off.

I agreed to a lookout and suggested Bamburgh, well it was a nice day and it is pretty beautiful up that way, plus Kyle had never seen the Castle before.

On the beach at Bamburgh

Urban Cow Spotting

For years and years, going back as far as ooh 1995 - 96,  when I was unwell and a patient over at the Freeman, to the present, I always thought that the cows in the field over on the Town Moor, were a rather unusual sight.

Urban Cows

I mean usually, you see cows either on a farm or in a wide-open expanse, in the country. Not that the Town Moor is a small area, no it's the whole backdrop of where the cows are really. 

When you come across a film that gives you that "Feel good factor"

One morning a few weeks back, whilst getting sorted for work, grabbing a quick cuppa, and watching a spot of breakfast news, there was a story about a group of fisherman from Port Issac in Cornwall. These group of fishermen had for years been singing old maritime sea shanties, both upon their boats whilst out fishing as well as onshore where they practiced together once per week. The story goes that a record producer spotted them singing whilst on holiday and well from there the rest is history, and I do not want to spoil the story, for those of you who may wish to go and see the film. 

What really perked my interest was the fact that one of the actors present on the sofa, was David Johns. I loved his portrayal of Daniel, in the fantastic film I Daniel Blake, directed by Ken Loach.

Anyhoo upon watching and listening to the interview of both some of the actual characters who the film was based on and the actors playing the role of the fishermen when I arrived back in from work that day I did a little research and discovered the FishermensFriends were actually going to be playing at the Sage in Gateshead later this year, the 24th September to be exact.

The following day arriving at work I mentioned the story to my friend and colleague Sue. Like myself, she was very interested and we decided to ask around within our team if anyone else fancied going for an outing, come September to go and see the group of Fishermen sing their songs. Sue also suggested, "hey why don't we go and check out the film". 

I had a quick scooby online to see where the film was playing and we decided to go along to Cineworld at the Gate in Newcastle yesterday evening. After experiencing Cineworld at the Gate, although I don't go to the flicks often, I do have to say it is one of my favourite theatres. The seats were ever so comfortable, the screen just big enough and a delightful atmosphere.

The film didn't start until 18:15pm, so following work we had a walk down into the Toon and just had a relaxing cup of Coffee at Starbucks in Old Eldon Square, opposite the St George and the Dragon Statue.

Getting back to the film and what I said earlier about not wanting to spoil it for anyone fancying seeing it. What I can say is it is one of those memorable feel-good films, a little bit like the Full Monty or going back The Commitments. You know the ones, about the working class, hardships and adversity, but also with a few tunes where you find you are tapping your feet along to the rhythm, or in my case foot LoL. There are some sad moments, together with some really funny ones and you really feel yourself being drawn in by the characters. I am not a film critic, and I am sure that certain people in the know will say that the accents or something like that was not correct, however, for me the acting and their portrayal was superb.


It's great to watch a film with some originality and not just another remake of something that has gone before. I am now very excited to head off in September and listen to the Fishermans Friends live. I have never been to the Sage before so it will be a real treat.

Hey if you find yourself at a loose end, why not grab yourself some popcorn and head off to see this, sure you won't be disappointed.

I can't remember that bridge being so narrow ... Abort..Abort!

    Over the last few weeks, I have gradually felt my Mojo returning. Whilst the weather has been poor I have taken to my road bike which is now set up in my bedroom, upon my turbo trainer. I generally ride around 20 minutes or so, covering around 5 miles per night. I set the turbo on a resistance that is quite challenging and whilst riding I generally watch and listen to folk rock videos on Youtube. Following my ride, I have been whipping my leg of then completing sets or press ups, abdominal crunches and some single leg bridging to strengthen my core. 

It hurts a lot when you hit one of these at speed

I actually had some points to spend at Rutland Cycles after buying my Specialized Turbo Levo, around £60 and I used this towards a neat little gadget so that I could track my mileage. I purchased a Wahoo Elemnt Mini and have to say after a week of using this little device I love it. It is great for tracking both indoor and outdoor rides and can upload data directly to Strava. It also has a few other neat little tricks, however, I have not used it outside as yet so not got around to trying anything other than recording my indoor data.

Wahoo Elemnt Mini

Yesterday I had intended to go for a night ride, however following my usual Thursday morning swim, yes that's right I am also back to swimming and completed 2 kilometres in about an hour, the day just got away from me and to be honest I felt a little tired. I ended up watching a movie and just messing around on the interweb, checking on how my e-currency was doing, I'm not a millionaire, seeing if anyone had checked my Plenty of Fish profile and wanted to come and misbehave with me, oh and looking at the various things that I could potentially pop on my dream board, so that I can dream about them and bring them to reality. It has not worked yet, but hey I am still thinking positive and trying. My latest item is an old 1968 VW Beetle. Gutted my two dream houses have been sold, ahh well time to move on to plan B.

This morning I gave wor Kyle a hand wash, clay bar and then polish his little car. Then just after lunch one of Ern and my friends, Corker popped in. We popped on the computer and browsed various houses across the country and also looked at the usual cars and motorcycles, before having a nice cuppa and checking out a few videos on Youtube. When Corker had gone I watched a couple of episodes I had recorded on catch up, Knife Fight and Forged in Fire. Of course my favourite show I had already watched on Thursday after recording it Wednesday night and that is The Curse of Oak Island.

Following this, I was in two minds as to head out on my bike. It was starting to get a bit dark. I had had my lights on charge so thought what the heck. Even though you ride the same trails it always feels different on a night with your lights on. I even had the chance to use my little duck who lights up and is placed on my bars. He looks pretty cool and also works as a warning to people if you squeeze him as he squeaks LoL.

Just as I got to the top of Durham Road I snapped one of my BTK Crossover Tendons. I have been having a wear issue with my tendons the designer Brian Bartlett is aware of this and we are working on trying to find a solution. My other tendon snapped a few miles later at around Tanfield Railway. Never mind I can still ride my bike on the air in the RT3 Shock and this is what I did.

Apart from a minor stop at Tanfield Railway to grab a picture as I crossed the line, man was I flying. My intention to see how quickly I could get to Newcastle. I cut down the back of Sunnyside, crossed Watergate bends at the pedestrain crossing and headed down through Watergate Park. At this point it was pitch black, there are no lights in the park, so I had my main light on full beam. It gives off a very good beam and I could see where I was going. I had been down this particular trail a number of times and thought I knew it quite well. Thing is in the dark, things can appear a canny bit different and catch you out.

Quack Quack

So there I was almost in full "Toot" mode, probably doing 20 to 25 mph, thinking to myself "Whooo Hoo I'm flying here, your da man". When all of a sudden I approached this kind of bend, "Errrr I can't recall this bit" and I most definitely do not recall the bridge which crosses over the water that runs into the small waterfall being sooooo narrow. I tried desperately to grab the anchors, skidding my rear wheel out and did one of those strange leans to the left thinking, my bars were going to miss the fast approaching barrier. The thought "awwww shit I am going to smack this" quickly coming into my head. Then BANG! I twated my bars right off the edge of the barrier and this sent me flying off to the left and spilling onto the wooden planks of the bridge.

A bit like that nursery ryhm, but instead of woods and bears it's...If you go down to the park tonight, you better be aware of that fucking skinny bridge...
No Joke I thought I had both broke and torn my good leg open. I couldn't get up the pain was excruciating and I was expecting to see some sort of a jet of hot thick blood squirting from my thigh like in the movies. As I lay there I saw a small light approaching. No silly, not that sort of light it wasn't like the angels were coming and I was dead or owt. It was a fellow cyclist on his way home from work. The guy in question stopped and was really concerned asking if I needed an ambulance or wanted to call anyone. Obviously, all he would have seen coming from the other direction is a small bright light and possibly a flashing yellow duck take a dive. I had to sit there a few moments, as like I say I thought I had broken my leg. Eventually I was able to get up, however my leg and knee was killing me. I then said thank you to the very kind gentleman and assured him I was ok. As we both went to set off I introduced myself and he told me his name was Ian. I mentioned "hey at least this will make a good story for my blog" and Ian then asked me for my blog address, one way to get more readers I guess. Anyhoo Ian if you do happen to come across my blog, cheers for stopping and making sure I was ok, much appreciated.  

Crossing the A1

Dunston Staithes

Anyhoo I decided to man up and continue to the Toon. Riding a little more cautiously. I didn't get as many pictures as I had hoped, when both approaching and getting into Newcastle this was because my leg was seizing up and proper aching. A quick ride past the Sage and toward the Millenium Bridge. I had intended crossing the Millenium Bridge however it was up. There were a lot of cars down by the Baltic, like performance cars, Porches I think. So I came back and crossed over the Swing Bridge and then rode along the quayside just a little way. As I stopped to take a few snaps a lad and his girlfriend came over and he very politely said "hey man is that a bike shocker in your leg", "Errr yeah it's a Rock Shox Rt3" I said. Too which he replied "That is so cool". By then the Millenium bridge was down so I went back over the Tyne that way.

I pretty much rode the same way home, using a combo of Trail and Turbo mode to get up through Watergate Park and along the Causey. Oh, and of course up Shield row Bank. I figured I needed the assistance as after all I was riding with one prosthetic leg and a beat up good leg.

When I got home I shouted for Ern to come and help me with my bike and began getting some of my gear off. At one point I sat down on the kitchen floor in order to take my shoe off from my good foot, and then I couldn't get back up. So I had to go on my ass, to the bottom of our stairs all the while getting accosted by wor Baxter, who thought it was a game and great fun at that. There's me going "ahhh, ooooh" and a geet daft dog jumping on me. Once at the bottom of our stairs I had to lift myself one at a time to get to my feet and pop my everyday prosthetic limb on.

Getting in the bath was a drama in itself, however, I will spare myself the embarrassment of too much detail. Every time I bent my leg in the bath it was like having a dead leg and weirdly enough it made me kind of laugh and cry at the same time.

I am now sat at my computer desk, recounting my adventure and wow my leg is fecking killing. I know come tomorrow I am going to struggle to walk, so it is going to have to be a day of rest as I have work on Sunday. Just hope my leg doesn't drop off during the night, bad enough with the other one dropping off all the time. Tomorrow I will check the damage to my bike I just can't face it tonight.  

A Venture out on Nelli the Clothes Horse

Since getting my little Benelli TNT monkey bike, Ooooh about a year and a half ago I have only covered 50.6 miles on her. This is to do with a combination of things. Firstly sorting out the God awful linked braking system and making it possible for me to use the rear brake from upon my bars.

Out on Little Nelli

A drive to a place, followed by a walk to a gap where there is a tree.

    There are so many beautiful and cool places to visit locally. Well when I say locally I mean within 40 to 50 miles away from home. Over the last few weeks I have been checking out the internet upon my days off, trying to discover places I have not been to before and quite fancy visiting. Last week it was Whitby (Yeah I know about 70 miles away), where the weather was glorious. 

Sycamore Gap

Where can we take "Grandma"

When I returned home from my ride out this morning Ern was no where to be seen. Obviously he had taken wor Baxter out. Just as I was making my way into our bathroom to have a shower I noticed Ern coming down the back street, through the landing window. I proceeded to the shower and as I got in, heard Ern shout "so how far did you get". "About 17 miles I said, shouting from within the shower. "What" he said, again I repeated "about 17 miles", "what 37 miles", Ern said, too which I shouted "Howld on man am in the shower". Ern is hard of hearing at the best of time and shouting from the shower whilst trying to wash me bits just wasn't going to work.

Grandma @ Whitby

After coming out the shower smelling all coco nutty, from the body wash I had been using I popped on my gear and headed downstairs to carry on the conversation in less shouty tones. I told Ern where I had been and then asked "do you fancy a look out somewhere". I just thought as it was my day off I would rather head off and do something.   
   

Whitby Abbey