From Fen to Fell

High points take all the glory when it comes to cartography. Where was England’s lowest point? None of us had a clue. The crater of a former lake amongst the flat farmland of East Anglia, a few miles south of Peterborough, is in fact home to that somewhat anticlimactic title. Therein lay the outline for our journey: from the lowest to the highest point in England. Whilst the topographical opposites of low and high provided our journey with purpose, riding between them to discover some of the country’s byways away from our usual riding routes was intriguing enough by itself.With noticeably shorter days, morning chill and the occasional falling leaf, sleeping unsheltered beneath the stars felt like a fitting way to welcome the change of the season. Escaping the city was a prerequisite, with the notion of gravel singletrack, mountain passes and wild bivvy spots at the forefront of our plans.