Last October's mini rally at a 'secret location' in deepest Wiltshire ticked the boxes for seeing mates, riding bikes and sleeping under the stars so as restrictions in the UK have eased it seemed like a fine idea to repeat the exercise. To start with we had the max number six signed up for the camp but in the end work commitments whittled us down to the same three as in October.
Last time I rode the Buell (now departed to a new home) so I decided to ride up the Norton Dominator but a last minute suggestion for some green laning from Matt rendered the Norton a poor choice. Obvious would have been the Himalayan but somehow it wouldn't be in quite the spirit of the exercise so the trusty Bantam was settled upon.
|Seeing old friends and the achievement of turning|
up on an old bike makes arrival so much the sweeter.
|A field to camp in and a barn for shade and shelter,|
what more could you want.
|Plotting the afternoon of green-laning with the|
aid of an Ordnance Survey map.
|Dan with his trusty, high mileage Bullet.|
|We rode the un-metalled sections of the ancient|
|Matt turning on the style on his BSA A10 combo.|
|All was smooth going until we arrived|
at this ford.
|There was no way the Bantam would make the ford|
without flooding the magneto so we chose the
option of the footbridge.
|Drying the combo out.|
|And the boots...|
|Back at camp that evening.|
|Though the days were warm the nights were cold.|
Here's early morning.
|Matt samples the raw power of the Bantam.|
|I took a new route home via Pewsey Down and|
past Woodhenge. A cracker of a route, I even
took a diversion after Salisbury to extend the ride