Nephew (13) has been down for a few days riding. He's been around Thrunton, Slaley and the fells and today Chopwell Woods.
His confidence took a knock a few months ago in a fairly large off (for him) that ended up with two buckled wheels, a bent fork and a fairly large gash on his leg.
He wanted to do the red run at Chopwell, so foolishly, as the foolhardy uncle, I agreed as long as he followed the first time and we went slowly.
Speed picked up a bit on the second bit, and a short drop (1/2foot) followed by another that can be jumped I landed and slowed, turned and in my peripheral vision saw him coming off. Turned and ran back to see if he was ok.
His bike was head on into a tree, he was still sat on it dazed, checked if he was OK, no but not silent and not screaming, so helped him up. His arm was hurting so did a squeeze your hand etc. All was good, he was a little shaken.
Then looked at where his bike was and realised that a felled tree and the planted tree had held the bike in a pincer like grip. If they hadn't been there it was a 4m or more drop into a stone filled gulley to the side.
Praise the biking gods that they looked down on me today. I need to go and sacrifice hiker now as a thankyou.