Last weekend I kickstarted my bikepacking season with a two-day trip from London to Bristol – a ride that I had been wanting to do for a long time. The weather forecast was looking very good, the calendar was empty for the entire weekend, and a friend of mine had a nice route for the first half of the trip. In other words: all systems go.
Day 1
The day's goal was Salisbury, or more specifically Cholderton 20 km north of Salisbury, where I had booked a room at the YHA Stonehenge hostel.
I headed out in the early-ish morning in immaculately sunny weather towards Kingston, where I was due to meet a friend who would join me for the day's ride – me on my fully kitted and fully loaded touring monster, my friend on his light-as-a-feather super-bike. Luckily (for me) the route didn't include very much climbing.
Apart from a quick coffee and cake stop in Odiham we rode mostly non-stop to Salisbury. There we had dinner, after which we parted ways. I carried on towards the hostel in the middle of nowhere, while my friend headed back to London.
Total mileage was a whopping 180 km and nearly 7 hours in the saddle. A cold beer and a refreshing shower was quite the relief. There were no issues falling asleep that night.
Day 2
To my great enjoyment morning broke in equally fantastic weather with blue skies and not a cloud in sight. I enjoyed a hearty full English breakfast, then lazily packed and loaded up my bike again, and pedalled onwards.
A slight routing mishap led me to a very busy A-road, which did not seem cycleable. A quickly improvised rerouting around the problem led me to start the day with a short ride on a bridleway, followed by a narrow muddy path – thankfully only very briefly. After this diversion I reached perhaps the most enjoyable part of the whole ride: near traffic-free country roads, winding their way through picture postcard villages.
Just before reaching Bath I joined the Two Tunnels Greenway, which follows a disused railway line all the way to Bristol. (If you're ever in either Bath or Bristol, I highly suggest taking advantage of this completely car free cycling path between the cities.)
After 280 km and almost 11 hours I finally reached Bristol. There I was greeted by an old friend, whom with we took in what remained of the sunny day from the Mud Dock Cafe's rooftop terrace in the Bristol harbour. A few beers, and a Three Brothers burger later I found myself on a London-bound train, my mini-adventure coming to an end.
All in all it was a successful and profoundly enjoyable experience - as long as one ignores the slightly sore backside.














