After a drive down the A19 to Prissick today, we ended up at the skateplaza where some well-meaning kids let us use their passes to get in (You aren't reading this, but thanks...). Eventually the session ended and we started heading back. Due to some weird road-work situation that involved closing the entire road, we had to head back via some diversion that could probably best be described as 'round the houses'. We got a chance to sample some of the worst that the North East has to offer, in the form of stereotypical pikey kids, the classic teenage mother of three puffing away on cigarettes while pushing a pram, the sketchy looking dudes with massive dogs on fairly slender looking leads - the usual suspects.
It was when we were driving along this road, looking at the Penshaw Monument that a van-occupant suddenly remembered that in the country park next to us, there was some sort of concrete bowl setup. We didn't really have any idea whereabouts in said country park said bowl would be, but thought we'd strike out and try and find it. And find it we did. Incredibly steep and low grind blocks down flatbanks, a deadly but low rail, and a double bowl setup that provided some entertainment (And what would've been a rad photo, were it not for a pair of torn new jeans and some grazing...). The entertainment for us in this random corner of a field in the middle of nowhere was slightly different to the entertainment being utilised by the teenage boys and girls in the surrounding area. Although in places our form of entertainment is prohibited or illegal, I'm pretty sure Class B's are a no-no wherever you are.
Regardless, this little detour reminded me to explore more and see where things can lead to. Although the session wasn't all that productive, it was still fun, and that's pretty much all that matters.
-ESC-
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