Welcome to Autumn 2015. If you have stayed in the UK, chances are you haven't seen too much great weather since September. Since then my Zed had done a princely 13 miles to the Petrol station and back. 
The rest of the time it has just rained every day here in the SW. :roll:
So this morning I was sat in work looking out of the window at glorious sunshine and it was too much to bare. A polite e-mail to the boss and booked an afternoon off.
The surf was up, but it has been pumping every day for a week so only one thing to do. Get the Zed out and set it free on the moors. 
We set off towards North Cornwall and after 10mins sat in some unexpected road works.
me and the Zed were together again and off the leash 
We skirted the main roads and revelled in the traffic free dips crests and glorious straights of some of my favourite B roads. Darting between dry stone walls and hedge rows on bone dry tarmac, the air box sucking in the wonderful cool autumnal air and helping the S54 sore to its epic barking red line time after time. 
After around 40 miles of totally absorbed driving I spotted a familiar land mark and pulled in for a few snaps.
They still hold regular services at this church. The vicar has an old Disco that him and his wife park a few meter bellow the sumit. Every one else has to walk up. :wink:
After the peaceful contemplation of Brent tor, it was onward through South Devon, via the picturesque market town of Tavistock, with it's historic Abbey Bridge, first built in 1764, then a right turn off the main road and upward onto the Granite expanse of Dartmoor.
With the pace settled by the 40mph limit throughout the moor, it was time to engage 6th and enjoy the sparse open view, darkened now by the the next threatening weather front, moving in from the North West and the encroaching darkness, as the shortness of the day showed it last energy.
Then after the last few miles of joyous open moorland, faded behind us, me and the Zed returned to the sanctuary of home and a warm Garage, Till the next time my little Grey friend.
The rest of the time it has just rained every day here in the SW. :roll: So this morning I was sat in work looking out of the window at glorious sunshine and it was too much to bare. A polite e-mail to the boss and booked an afternoon off.
The surf was up, but it has been pumping every day for a week so only one thing to do. Get the Zed out and set it free on the moors. We set off towards North Cornwall and after 10mins sat in some unexpected road works.
me and the Zed were together again and off the leash We skirted the main roads and revelled in the traffic free dips crests and glorious straights of some of my favourite B roads. Darting between dry stone walls and hedge rows on bone dry tarmac, the air box sucking in the wonderful cool autumnal air and helping the S54 sore to its epic barking red line time after time. After around 40 miles of totally absorbed driving I spotted a familiar land mark and pulled in for a few snaps.
They still hold regular services at this church. The vicar has an old Disco that him and his wife park a few meter bellow the sumit. Every one else has to walk up. :wink:
After the peaceful contemplation of Brent tor, it was onward through South Devon, via the picturesque market town of Tavistock, with it's historic Abbey Bridge, first built in 1764, then a right turn off the main road and upward onto the Granite expanse of Dartmoor.
With the pace settled by the 40mph limit throughout the moor, it was time to engage 6th and enjoy the sparse open view, darkened now by the the next threatening weather front, moving in from the North West and the encroaching darkness, as the shortness of the day showed it last energy.
Then after the last few miles of joyous open moorland, faded behind us, me and the Zed returned to the sanctuary of home and a warm Garage, Till the next time my little Grey friend.
Hope this doesn't become a trend . . .