When I was a lad we weren't allowed to sit around in the School Holidays saying we were bored and needing ferrying from one expensive amenity to another in the 4x4 whilst we sat in the back texting and watching DVDs and eating Mars Bars. No. We biked off on our own to Shorne Woods.
Obviously Health and Safety, legal liability and vast armies of paedophiles would prevent such an option nowadays. Shorne Woods involved a 5 mile trip through lanes and woodland and featured an old bomb crater in the middle where we would go to meet Big Bertha. This was not, obviously a woman (we were very late developers in Gravesend) but a giant, almost vertical cycle track that led directly down into the crater. We would muster all our nerves and thunder down this slope with a view to hitting the hump in the centre of the crater at sufficient speed to get both wheels off the ground.
My Nottingham built Trent Tourist had an adult frame which was way too big for me and my Dad had fitted wooden blocks on the pedals so I could reach them. Negligence lawyers would have had a field day.
Anyway yesterday I headed off in the rain on my mountain bike to Brandon Woods near Thetford to see if I still had those techniques. Just watch out for the 360 degree flip at the end.