tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016863230532205673.post2416256296328455681..comments2023-12-10T07:07:56.884+00:00Comments on the swiss lounge: the green and pleasant landswisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016863230532205673.post-34125235250979389932011-11-23T10:32:19.565+00:002011-11-23T10:32:19.565+00:00yes, the signs are a strange thing but equally def...yes, the signs are a strange thing but equally definitely a stopper for a certain type of person. for us the access code is so ingrained now that the very notion of signs telling you where you can't go seems odd. not that it hash;t given us problems up here but that's another story. i'll definitely be back down the dales - next time for longer and with more available time!<br /><br />women in cycling in scotland puts me in mind of cycling back in the day. most of the women i used to climb with still climb together because ether were so few of them and climbing was such a boys' club there were hardly any of them! indoor walls have changed all that these days<br /><br />cycling feels much the same. i know maybe three or four female mtbers (two of which can cycle the legs off me for certain!) but only one of whom goes road cycling to any extent. i know more female archers! lol<br /><br />why is it something i pay attention to? when my daughter was wee she had to stop playing football at school because 'it was for boys'. she was enraged (she was both good at it and liked it) but there was nothing she could do and, at that time, there was no women's football in the area.<br /><br />she was never much into cycling/climbing but she did hang out with some of some of us. for me, and it seems funny now, it was a chance to expose her to the type of person she might like to be influenced by as she grew up. maybe to worked. it's a work in progress!swisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016863230532205673.post-60389719350559512312011-11-23T10:07:36.220+00:002011-11-23T10:07:36.220+00:00One of my neighbours (Scottish) is a proper woman ...One of my neighbours (Scottish) is a proper woman cyclist roadie thingey (don't know the terms myself). Must introduce you next time!<br />xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016863230532205673.post-82334162671541152822011-11-23T08:40:03.630+00:002011-11-23T08:40:03.630+00:00If you fancy visiting the Dales again let me know....If you fancy visiting the Dales again let me know.<br /><br />The tarmac gets very busy round here, but there are great places in the hills where you can have them virtually to yourself. Some parts of the Dales are the nearest England gets to Scotland in terms of "wildness" that I know of.<br /><br />In fact, tourism round here is very teashop-and-tarmac based - get into those areas beset with grim "naff off" signs and you wonder why people bother sticking them up. I once went for a long, lonely walk over the moors near Coverdale (one of my favourite Dales) and saw in the distance (about a mile away) the back of a sign. When I arrived at it and looked at the front, it said "Caldbergh Estate: No Admittance". Eh? Some miles back I must have walked through an imaginary barbed wire fence. Never saw a soul all day.Dominic Rivronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02618013365521035400noreply@blogger.com