Cycling and camping, can you name a better pair? Go on give it a go, Peanut butter and jelly? black and white?… Ant and Dec? Nothing quite goes together as well as cycling and camping. If you had told me a year ago that I would be organising my own cycle camping mini adventure I wouldn’t have believed you, that’s for the cool bike packing kids on Instagram, not the chubby lad from North Somerset. If you had also told me one hour before that only one other group of people would actually be camping I would have probably cried.
So what’s all the fuss about and was it a success? The summer solstice has become a hot date on any adventure cyclist or bike camping fanatic’s calendar. With this in mind I thought it would be a great opportunity for us at Bristol Bicycles to jump on the band wagon and start running our own little rides and events. The first event I think was a success, and although it was only a father, his son and me that camped, they were super friendly and everyone that came out for the ride was very jealous of our peaceful camping spot in sunny old Bitton. Or so we thought…
After work we all met at the shop and rode out along the Bristol to bath bike path. Picking up a few faces on the way we ended up with a little group of what must of been 8 of us. The sun was out, and everyone was happy just to have a friendly social ride. After all that’s what cycling should be about: forget Strava times (yes I’m talking to you Colin, you may have beat me up Vale Street but who’s the one still smiling?), I don’t care if your new carbon wheels are 0.1 grams lighter than your last ones or that you’ve learnt a new slip streaming method from your cousin’s mate down the pub. Riding bikes is about getting out and about, and what better way to do that then with a group of friends and customers?
After a quick meal at the local pub and a couple of drinks we were ready to hit the hay. Jake claimed to have a cold (a likely story!) and headed back into the big smoke, and I joined my fellow campers on the site. After talking camping stoves and politics it was finally time to bite the bullet and squeeze into my tiny bivvy bag. There are not many times you would look to a tent as a form of luxury, but this was one of those.
I wanted to keep it low key and not too difficult, with mixed weather leading up to the day and my general lateness with organisation, the camping turn-out might not have been what we hoped for but it was a success nonetheless. We stayed at the Stable Campsite in Bitton (5 mins off the Bristol to Bath cycle path). The site was idyllic: just a field, running water and a couple of toilets – what more could you want? Oh yeah, a wedding in the field next us… that’s just what we needed to finish off the peaceful experience. Now I like Oasis as much as the next guy (in fact I’d say I might even like Oasis more than the next guy) but when you’re into your fourth rendition of Wonderwall by yet another drunk bridesmaid, even I can get a bit bored of Oasis.
1AM, Do you know what improves the wonderful display of fire works? Not actually seeing the fireworks, and only being able to hear them from what seems to be metres away from your own head… now that’s the sweet spot!
2AM, Silence fell on camp, finally it’s time to get some rest. My friends next door had another idea though. Reggae Dub-step, Not a genre I’m particularly familiar with. Growing up in rural North Somerset I’m more into The Wurzels than The Wailers. I can see this particular genre being popular in a dark Bristol club late one night… perhaps not in the middle of a country field out in the sticks though. Sure enough the when music stopped I was sound asleep.
5AM, Woke up to a pretty amazing sunrise. Well, I’m not sure this sun rise was particularly remarkable but after spending 20 years previously sleeping-in too long to see many sunrises, it was a pretty sight!
8AM, after a few more hours of “sleep” I was up. A quick coffee and some porridge and I was ready to head home. By the time I was ready to leave my fellow camp mates were rising from their life of luxury in the tent. They had planned to carry on going, and would follow the bike path down to Bradford-on-Avon. I, on the other hand, didn’t have time on my hands and had to head back home ready for work on Tuesday.
I hit the road early and after a longer than expected stop at Bristol’s finest cycling coffee shop Camber I had soon left the city behind and would be sprinting into the hills. Always fun rushing past a group of Lycra clad weekend warriors when your bike is fully loaded up and you’re in the same clothes you slept in. I think I had gravity on my side as well as that caffeine kick. Soon enough I was back home nestled into the Mendip hills. Although it was only going away for one night I think there is real value in these micro adventures. A night away from your phone and the various distractions in life can do us all a lot of good.
One for the tech nerds now. I went for a front loaded bike, a little bivvy bag, a cheap air mat and a sleeping bag (I’ve invested in some nicer bits now) . Always got my nice stove and some good coffee… That’s all you’re getting nerds, this bike touring malarkey shouldn’t be about kit, it’s all about the fun of riding your bike.
So did we have a massive customer turn out? No. Was the camp a success? Yes! We had a great group that came along for the ride out. With Iggy and his son staying with me at the site it made it a fun and interesting night under the stars. Iggy had told me that he was once cycling 400km a week and had not ridden a bike for a few years. He decided that our camp was to be the opportunity and excuse he needed to get back riding his bike. Jake started the company with the idea of that if he could get every customer cycling again or getting a person a day onto a bike then it was a success. That is exactly what we did and Iggy then ventured on from our camp on a weekend tour with his son.
*Bivies- a bivi is a protective outter lining for your sleeping bag. You would put your bag and mat into your chosen bivi bag. Think of it as a half way house from sleeping bag to tent. An outdoor sleeping sock if you will.
*Bevvie- A bevvy is the slang term for a beer. The term would often be used by the laddy types. Often in conjunction with cracking open a cold one with the boys. We have to remember George (me) is technically part of the youth bracket (although you wouldn’t guess this from his actions or possessions!)
*Oasis- a Little know Indie rock band from Manchester. Fronted by brothers Noel Gallagher and our kid Liam. They are known for classic tunes such as Wonderwall … or that other one they did. Not to be confused with the tropical squash drink Oasis, an often easy mistake to make.