LONG MYND, SHROPSHIRE
This winterone of the wettest and most unappealing for riding that I can remember. The skies drizzled slowly and steadily from September onwards, ensuring that the ground stayed a consistently soft, slippery, brown mess for many months. After more than enough slow, endurance-testing rides grinding me (and my bike) down, and a few gravel spins to put some miles in, I was in desperate need of fun. Deciding to head to Shropshire and the Long Mynd, I was surprised to find the sleepy, chocolate-box town of Church Stretton busy. In fact, my usual port-of-call for accommodation – the camping pods at Marshbrook – was booked up. Could this be a sign that this is the place to come when it’s wet?
