Part four reposted
Another place where great care needs to be taken, are the many "green Tunnels". These usually occur where the trackbed runs through a cut. Over the years, the trees lining the route have met at the top, forming a shady green tube. There is a bonus, on a hot summers day, it is very cool in the dappled shade. My apologies for the poor quality of the next two photos, It was the first time I'd used this camera, The dappled shade seemed to give it a problem focusing.
Following windy weather, the floor can be littered with branches, eagerly waiting to wrench your chain off. Needless to say, part of the tool kit is a twenty link length of chain and several joiners. On one occasion, I spotted a half inch thick branch too late to avoid. The front tyre flicked it into the air, it then landing neatly between spokes and chainstays. There was a sickening CRACK!! as the branch snapped. Fortunately, ChinaBlue's 12 gauge spokes proved to be a good match and no real damage was done.
Now!, Steam loco's can't normally go up hills, so I was a little surprised to find myself at the foot of this earthen mountain!. Apparently, some time after the line closed, the soil from levelling the ground for two new housing estates, was simply bulldozed into the deep cut that once existed here. As I said before, ChinaBlue has only three gears, and two thirds of the way up, both myself and the motor stalled. Releasing the front brake to dismount, ChinaBlue promptly started rolling back down the slope, even though I still had the rear brake applied...PANIC!!. Glancing down at the back wheel, I was alarmed to see the disc rotor firmly locked by the brake but the hub turning freely. I just couldn't believe I'd sheared the 6 retaining bolts. Not wanting to continue with only one brake working, I turned and rode back down the hill, only to find the rear brake working perfectly!!. The disc rotor flange had simply started unscrewing itself from the hub...just another of ChinaBlue's little foibles. Turning once again, I walked back up the hill with the bike scrabbling up beside me on a whiff of throttle......it was a good opportunity to "spark one up" and enjoy the scenery.
At the top of this slope I was only five hundred yards from the site of the old Marlborough Railway Station, the house in which I lived as man and boy for twenty years, another one hundred yards beyond that. Sadly, I was unable to go that far before reaching the end of the rural route. The photo I took here was so badly out of focus I daren't post it. The little Route 45 arrow points down a very steep stoney "chute" into a large post war housing estate. I'm enjoying the peace and tranquility of the route so much, I don't really fancy going down there, so, after a sandwich, I turned around and started back on the sixteen mile journey home.
To be continued.....