I set off Tuesday morning in no great rush to arrive in Morecambe and planned a leisurely run across the Dales. Pateley Bridge, Kirkby Malham, Giggleswick, Low gill were a few of the places I passed through, the roads were lovely and quiet, the sun was shining and I had a big grin on my face thinking to myself ‘this definitely beats work’.
I wanted to recce the start point for the following morning so headed into Hest Bank to find the little café on the shoreline. It was still only 3 o'clock so I pulled in had a coffee and piece of carrot cake taking in the views across Morecambe bay trying my hardest to spot the statues but failed to see them.
Morecambe is a town I hadn’t visited for over 40 years, it’s certainly showing its age and decline from its hay day. I had placed a thread on the TRF forum a couple of days earlier asking if any other riders were planning to stay in Morecambe but didn’t have any replies so it was a “billy no mates night out” for me. I couldn’t fault the B & B I was booked in and the owner kindly steered me in the right direction to a lovely little steakhouse used mainly by the locals away from the candy floss and silly hats brigade.
The next morning I was ip bright and early and with a hearty breakfast inside me I headed back to the Shore café for the 08:30 meet time. As I arrived around 08:15 there were around 25 or so bikes already in the car park. I recognised 2 faces from our group, Tim and Phil, so headed over to say hello and find out what was going on.
Over the next 15–20 minutes more bikes and vans arrived. Leo the (organiser) started barking some orders and riders began forming various groups, 4 in all.
Group 1 - Adventure bikes wishing to do a road route only
Group 2 - Adventure bikes wishing to do the trails, which I joined
Group 3 - Smaller trail bikes
Group 4 - hard core enduro machines
Leo was our lead on his big 990 adventurer. Quick brief of do’s and don’ts and a head count of the group in total and we were away.