Showing posts with label river avon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label river avon. Show all posts

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Keynsham Loop



The Avon towards Cleeve Wood



Phoenix boatyard at Keynsham

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Avon Calling



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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

River Tripping



Gurt lush view on the way up the Avon.



Beeses Teas - you'd think they should have one less 's' or 'e' or an apostrophe maybe, but they do have a ferry.



Cow parsley



Paddling point



Graffitti on path reads 'Boycott Bitton Station'.

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An old puffer. Coal might be crap, but you've got to appreciate the engineering innit.



No more woggles for this cub. Quite some way from the road. Didn't do a post mortem so can't say how it ended up like this.



The first time I cycled through this tunnel on the Bristol-Bath cyclepath about twenty years ago, it fair blew my mind. It didn't have any lights back then, so you really had to concentrate on the light at the end of the tunnel. Besides that nice metaphor, on a hot sunny day the experience was and still is, like cycling through a fridge.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

20 mile round trip



Cycled alongside the River Avon, from Crews Hole, past Hanham - stopping off for a swim along the way - to where it intersects with the Bristol-Bath cyclepath, beyond Keynsham, then back home along the cyclepath. About a 20 mile round trip.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Rosehips

A cycle along the muddy towpath up the river Avon towards Keynsham. Past the boathouse and shortly after, three rowing eights. On through puddles with no edges, spattered and speckled, to Hanham weir. Glad I got my sloes a couple of weeks ago, as the bushes in the field opposite the chocolate factory were almost bare. A whiff of coal smoke at the boatyard, anglers by the river bends, canoes upstream.
"What do you do with those?" enquires a woman by the wooden bridge over the inlet, where I pick rosehips. Emboldened by Hugh Fearnley-Wotsit's recipes in a weekend magazine, I spout off.

Caked and hot, nine miles from home, I've chanced my luck against a puncture from a blackthorn, hawthorn, thistle or flint.
I make my way up to the cyclepath, where it crosses the Avon and return home.

Make a few small bottles of rosehip syrup from 500 gms rosehips, 500 gms caster sugar and a litre of water. It really does taste like mango, as HF-W wrote.