Another sunny afternoon tempted me out again. This time I found the Secret Lake which is neither a lake nor particularly secret.

But it is good to see a natural oasis amidst the suburban sprawl. Then upwards and, since Martine pointed it out, it is definitely upward, to the reservoir again which had noticeably more waterfowl this time.

A quick cummings on our bikes along the FLoop to Gorton Reservoirs and Debdale Park. Everyone else seemed to have had the same idea so there was more traffic on the FLoop than there was on the roads.

Blues skies, bright sunlight and a warm breeze…

Alas the video from an old post has gone missing.

The unpredictable weather is often cited as an excuse not to cycle regularly.

I commute six days a week cycling 20 minutes each way.  Although [wikipop]Manchester[/wikipop] has a reputation for being rather wet the reality is that it is probably no wetter than anywhere else in the UK.

During a year I will be rained on while travelling in both directions around 4 times and in one direction six times.  A full covering of waterproof clothing keeps me dry but a couple of times I misjudged the weather and arrived wet but soon dry off. Checking the morning’s weather becomes part of your bedtime routines.

 

 

 

The iPad has created a whole range of new ways for music making from recreating traditional instruments:

to rethinking the way instruments work:

and Smule have a range of apps that cover both ends of the spectrum. The latest is the MadPad with which you record sound & video samples of any objects you happen upon. These are then laid out in a grid for you to drum on to create your masterpiece.

One of the default sets is a range of bicycle sounds. So following in the footsteps of a young [wikipop]Frank Zappa[/wikipop] on a 1963 edition of the [wikipop]Steve Allen Show[/wikipop]

and our very own Levenshulme Bicycle Orchestra:

I banged away…

The Fallowfield Loop (or Floop) follows the old rail route round the south of Manchester. It is mostly traffic free (apart from a road crossing at Fallowfield) and is much used… particularly on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

I went down to the far end of the Gorton Reservoirs and then back to Chorlton which produced enough video to make a movie (book your tickets now!):

Any suggestions to remove more of the narcissistic credits?