Arten Gill

Long descent of the steep and twisting track that passes under the arches of Arten Viaduct on the Settle to Carlisle railway line.

 

Great Asby Scar

Singletrack across the limestone grassland.

 

High Cup Nick

A glacier created this huge chasm and gifted us a unique landscape framed by dolerite rock columns.

The classic descent from High Cup Nick takes us past Dufton Pike, its conical shape a result of its hard layer of volcanic rock.

To get to High Cup Nick there is 10km of remote moorland singletrack to navigate.

 

Howgills

We take tracks along the eastern flank of the Howgill Fells and so cross Cautley Beck which flows from Cautley Spout, an impressive series of rock pools, rapids and waterfalls.

 
 
 

Salter Fell Road

We cross the Bowland Fells on a Roman track that in the 14th Century was used to transport salt from the marshes at Morecambe Bay into Lancashire. The track is also known as Hornby Road.

 

Scar House

We descend Dead Mans Hill on gravel tracks that go on for miles along Scar House Reservoir in Upper Nidderdale.

 

Swaledale

Fabulous gravel track along the River Swale, the last wild river in the Yorkshire Dales.

 

Upper Calder Valley

London Road below Stoodley Pike at the 5km mark on the outward part of the Pennine 500.

The track below is on the return part of the Pennine 500 and brings us back to Hebden Bridge.

 
 
 

INspirational bit

 

Ride as much or as little, as long or as short as you feel. But ride

Eddy Merckx

 

You either love spinning the pedals and watching scenery whiz by, or you don’t. And if you love it, not much can sour you on the idea of riding your bike.

Keith Mills

 

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

Emily Bronte

Wuthering Heights (1847)

 

And the moors were always there and never without their promise.

J.B.Priestley

Bright Days (1944)

 

Water, that strong white stuff, can here be seen at its origins. It wells from the rock, and flows away. For unnumbered years it has welled from the rock and flowed away. It does nothing, absolutely nothing, but be itself.

Nan Shepherd

The Living Mountain (1977)