Winter flipped the script completely. After that endless dry stretch, the skies finally opened and didn’t seem to close again. Rain marched in for weeks, carried sideways by proper Yorkshire wind that cuts straight through gloves and good intentions. Higher up, the moors and peaks...
From March to October 2025, Yorkshire felt more like southern Spain than the north of England. Week after week, blue skies, hard sun, and barely a drop of rain turned the landscape brittle. Reservoir edges crept back into cracked mud, hosepipe bans rolled in, and...
Riding over to Sheffield from Halifax on the single speed is always a grind, but an enjoyable one. Keeping the route as off-road as possible is a challenge, especially with the event starting at 11:30 a.m. I rolled out at 7:30 a.m. to meet my...
A day in the Peaks on a sunny Sunday in August is all you need to recharge for the week ahead. Saul, Andrew, Tom, and I met in Glossop to tackle a 25-mile loop through the Peaks, hitting climbs like Jacob’s Ladder, Roche Road, and a...
North Wales Fatbike Overnighter Two days, three riders, 112 miles, 6,000ft climbing and not a skinny tyre in sight. From Tan Lan to Bangor and back, we took fatbikes where most people wouldn’t: beaches, trails, gravel, woodlands, and every coastal town in between. Day 1: 68 miles straight...
Calderdale’s been sun-drenched and dusty this July. A heatwave that's baked the valley’s trails into dry, cracked ribbons. The usual bogs? Gone. The reservoirs? Low and lonely. There’s a hosepipe ban and the rivers are barely whispering, but the riding? Superb. I’ve been mixing it up...
JennRide 2025: South Lakes Adventure with Ian Varley 76 miles · 10,000 ft of climbing · One epic bivvy sunrise There’s Something About JennRide The weather was hot and humid. There’s something special about the 100-mile JennRide that keeps me coming back to the South Lakes year after year....
A Van, VE Day & Vistas: A Channel Islands Adventure There’s something about piling into a van with your mates, a stack of bikes, and just enough kit to get by that screams freedom. This time, the destination wasn’t our usual wild trails or remote Scottish bothies...
April’s kicked off in true Yorkshire fashion — blue skies, a biting breeze, and just enough dust on the trails to coat your calves like icing on a flapjack. But before I could enjoy any of that, I had to make a detour...