For about a mile on from the forestry fence, I did an absolute ballet dance carrying the bike across a maze of newly cut forestry ditches. You may know the kind of thing, trenches about three foot deep, five or six feet apart, with little Christmas trees planted between them. Not my idea of fun, but at least it was slightly downhill and I could see the end of my purgatory about half-a-mile ahead in the form of a faint green track leading to a proper forestry road