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A Ride of Foulness

Actually, it wasn’t all foul, although the cross headwind on the way out was. I was cycling on Foulness Island this morning, the fourth largest island off England (yes) and the largest of the Essex Islands (yes there are others!). It’s bleak place for sure, very flat and completely windswept with few trees or hedges. Not that this bothers QinetiQ, the contractors who manage the munitions testing facility for the MOD, who still own most of the land. You can’t get on the island normally, this was only my second visit, the first was for a ploughing match a few years ago. Access is tightly controlled by QinetiQ and there about 200 residents of whom some must farm and others, well there’s no polite way of putting this, must slowly be dying of boredom.

So mysterious is Foulness that if you try to work out your mileage from your house to the village of Churchend on the island, you won’t be able to. You won’t be able to view a snap on Google Earth either… Suspicions have been aired that the powers that be want, eventually, to have the whole place to themselves to make merry with munitions on Maplin Sands amongst the avocets and Brent Geese. I don’t know about that but I can tell you there will be no pictures of today’s ride due to tight security.

Shame really, as I roasted all the sunday cyclists on my beast šŸ˜‰

Time trials here we come…

Avocet on Another (Accessible) Essex Island

Avocet on Another (Accessible) Essex Island