[Music] Hi guys and welcome back to the channel. Um, as you can tell by the title, we’re mountain biking again and we’re doing the second part of the cany way. Last time we finished here in Chartam. So, um, we’re starting in Chartum to pick up the, uh, the original route and, uh, this one goes through follows the ster a bit to Canterbury and then I think it might be going up the Winkle Way to Witstable. So, um, enjoy. From Chartum, navigation is simply following the signposted National Cycle Route 18 that flanks the Great Tower to Toddler’s Cove. Then wiggle through a few of the back streets around St Dunston’s in Canterbury to head steeply uphill through the university campus on National Cycle Route One, which uses part of the Crab and Winkle Way all the way north to Witstable. the road. [Music] [Applause] [Music] Heat. Hey. Hey. Hey. [Music] [Music] D. [Music] Hello. Dang. [Music] There we go. [Music] Oh, I set off from Chardm with pedals so proud. The birds were a singing. The sheep bought out loud with my helmet, a skew, and a snack in my sock. I rode through the meadows at quarter clock. Oh, crabbing and winkling, puffing up the hill to Canerberry campus with legs of iron will 18 and number one. My thighs began to fray. But I won’t give in till I reach that witable bay. [Music] Now the path turned to gravel, then cobbles, then mud. My bike made a sound like a fart in a flood. A squirrel ran by with a nut lar. And I questioned my life as I pushed up so far. Students passed with coffee and calm while I sweated out every energy bomb. They said, “Nice Lyra.” with ironic grins. I said, “This outfit’s cursed, but it lifts and it wins.” Oh, crabbing and winkling, cursing all the way. Wheezing like a goose on a windy holiday. Past the lecture halls and a lost Shakespeare play. Still I trudge, still I ride on the bold candy way. [Music] Downhill it lasts like a hawk on the breeze. dodging some toddlers and two startled geese, a pothole appeared with malicious delight. But I soared like a legend, then screamed out in fright. Past fields full of cows who judged with their eyes. I asked them for wisdom. They offered me flies. Then signs pointed onward to witable town where oysters and ale would help wash this down. Oh, crabbing and winkling. Finally, I see the sea and the chips and a bench just for me. With a butt full of blisters and dreams gone astray, still I conquer, well, survive the old cany way. And if you hear panting on the trail, one fine mourn, it’s me and my saddle, both equally worn. So ring your bell proudly and shout if you may. Make way, make way for the fool of cany way. Heat. Heat. Huh? Heat. [Music] [Music] There we go. We are at Witable. That was um relatively easy to be honest. Um couple of hills but nothing nothing major. Not quite as nice as the previous stretch but um lots of ashfelt paths. So, um, hope you enjoyed it. Uh, I’ve got to get back cycle the other way and get back to the car. Take it easy. [Music]
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