Last Summer. Countryside wandering rides, anonymous and giddy. Picnic, gin and kisses.
The Forest of Bowland is very close to my heart. It lies between Lancaster and Clitheroe in Northern Lancs, and puts paid to the stereotype of Lancashire as a grim industrial county. Bowland is beautiful, both barren and lush, timeless and quiet. It’s an ideal alternative to the often manic tourism of The Lakes, which lie no more than an hour’s drive North. Continue reading FAVOURITE PLACES TO RIDE, PART I: TROUGH OF BOWLAND