08 June 2010

Rhyme, but not much reason

This occasional blog will cover an open-ended series of rhyming bike rides in Britain.

It will start in July 2010 with Poole (jewel of the south coast) to Goole (fag end of the Humber estuary); swiftly followed by Barmouth (biscuit-tin pride of the Welsh riviera) to [Great] Yarmouth (haven for the natural world - well, natural gas rigs, anyway).

These cycle routes have been chosen for two essential qualities. They must rhyme; and they must form some sort of natural endpoints.

Barmouth to Yarmouth for example: not only does it possess that sonorous, near-A-to-Z lexicality, but also spans Britain's lower beam horizontally from west to east, considerately following the prevailing wind.

It's a satisfying coast-to-coast ride, and a natural successor to the Cape Wrath to Dover adventure that I did (and blogged about) in May 2010, along with several companions.

Poole to Goole works too: a nor'-nor'-east line, agreeably complementing Barmouth to Yarmouth, largely following the Roman Fosse Way from England's seaside south to its north-eastern container-port orifices.

We'll no doubt be adding more bike rides to the vowel-harmony couplet roster as we go on.

Meanwhile, stand by for blog updates on the rides above, starting with the train to Poole that I've just booked on Saturday 3 July 2010...

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