Name: Johnny Light
Date registered: 20/04/2012
Barrow Monkey and spade technician.
Yorkshire Water have been pretty good in the past for opening up permissive bridleways, though they have shied away from offering shared use of footpaths on their land. But they are still ahead of many with their embracing of mountain biking. They took another big step this year when they invested heavily in a new …
One of SingletrAction’s regulars pontificates on the jargon, and the meaning, of mountainbiking in an effort to answer what at first seemed a simple couple of questions – What is gnar, and what is flow? Part 1 – The Gnar First things first. Us mountain bikers have silly names for things…
Lets not kid ourselves it’s been cold year so far. Dig days up until now have involved thermal layers and when we have swung a mattock into the frozen ground we’ve many times nearly blinded people with the shrapnel. So it was a joy to get up on Sunday morning and find a clear blue sky waiting …
It’s that time of year again! Last year a bunch of the Stainburn Trail Crew regulars took the Warren Boulder Trail by the scruff of its boulders and gave it a cleaning it would never forget. Finding lost trail, redefining the line and giving a few bits of loving repair where it was needed to …
In May I was lucky enough to win a skills day with new skills training/guiding start up Roots Riding. I was really chuffed at this, while I’ve never booked on a skills day before I’ve often considered it but just never quite got round to it. I suspect that’s a common story. Their Natural …
Warren Boulder Trail has a reputation. It is a reputation forged in blood, bruises and brown trousers. It is a reputation for Rocks. But sitting as it does in the thick Stainburn Forest this 2004 trail has been slowly but surely reclaimed by nature. The lines have slowly changed and migrated, the aggregate surface lost …
Two years ago, give or take, I first rolled up at Stainburn with a spade, some gloves, lunch and a thermos full of coffee.
A bright early spring day with frost on the the ground. Standing on the ridge looking down at the hillside I wondered if I might be early. I appeared to be alone.
Then, far away below I saw one solitary, burly figure, striding across the hill, swiping viciously with a machete at either plants and vegetation, or, more worryingly, nothing at all.