Third time lucky
Ever since we moved, a trip up to the wind farm on the hill side behind our village has been on our to do list. And it’s certainly not due to lack of trying that we haven’t reached it yet.
In fact we’ve had two failed attempts, they always look so deceptively close. We decided if we didn’t have another attempt now, we’d be waiting a long while. Everything was in our favour, James had mastered his gears, Sophie could still fit in the bike seat and with the longer days we had plenty of time.
We started our long climb and soon left the village down below. We were making good progress, it wasn’t long before we were past the last farm. I had a good feeling we were going to make it this time. The turbines were definitely getting closer and closer and really didn’t look very far away at all. It wasn’t long before we reached the point we’d got to on our first attempt and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. As the climb started to level off and the going got easier we started to be able to pick up the pace a little. It really wasn’t long before we past where we got to on our second attempt and we had a wee celebratory break.
Now the problem with wind turbines is you don’t really realise just how big they are. Well you know they’re big that goes without saying but well you forget just how big they actually are. They always look so much closer than you think they are. I lost count of how many times I said to James “just round this next corner” only to realise we had many other corners to go. I could tell James was getting tired he was slowing. We were on the verge of giving up and admitting the wind farm might be out of reach for now. James had got so tired he had stopped chatting away, as it went quiet we both realised we could hear a faint noise in the background – the whirr of the turbines. We were almost there, we couldn’t get this far and not make it, so we pushed on.
We made it! No wonder they look so close, they’re ginormous. It was only once we made it, that we realised just how pitiful our previous attempts had been. We’d been nowhere near close. It also made we realised just how much James’ cycling had come on and how well he’s mastered his gears. After a few obligatory photos, it was time to head back. The good thing about long hard slogs uphill is the return is downhill all the way.
About the Author
About Me & Mine
James' family is James' (aged 7 months), daddy - Dominic, mummy - Helena and Jarvis the dog. We currently live in Norwich but head to the mountains of Snowdonia and the Lake District as often as we can.
Before James was born we were a very active family doing lots of canoeing, hill walking, camping and snowboarding. Since having James we are determined that having a family and enjoying the outdoors are both possible. We are keen to make sure James can not only join in with our adventures, but that he will be happy and comfortable at the same time.
Favourite place in the world:
It's a tough choice but Arisaig on the West coast of Scotland gets our vote. With the whitest sand and bluest sea we've seen, you have to keep reminding yourself you're in Scotland rather than a tropical paradise. The views out towards the Small Isles and the Cuillins on Skye are stunning; it really is a magical place. With sea kayaks it's easy to find your own private beach - well apart from the odd otter (real ones rather than Spotty ones) and seal to share it with. It's definitely somewhere we plan to take James to as soon as possible.
Favourite things to do outdoors:
We are keen canoeists and love to get out on the water as much as possible - whitewater, flat water touring or sea kayaking; we're not fussed as long as it's wet. We are both qualified instructors and enjoy passing on our love of paddle sports to others at our local canoe club. We have already has our own little bow paddler in the making, James, out in the canoe and are looking forward to many more trips.
We also do a lot of walking. We get out everyday to visit our local woods and parks to walk our coker spaniel, Jarvis. When we get the chance though, we prefer something a bit more challenging and regularly visit the mountains of Snowdonia and the Lake District. James' dad Dom, is a qualified mountain leader and is keen to pass on these skils as soon as possible.