19th June 2025: Malpas (mod)

 There was a decent turnout at Alison’s as Keith and I arrived late due to traffic delays. It was expected to be the hottest day of the year so far and most of the guys were sat supping in the shade in the front garden. The potential moderates consisted of Andy Whitgreave, Dave Matthews, Andy Barber, Keith and myself. Andy W and Dave M were intending to cycle back to their respective homes. Dave M had a planned audax ride approaching, so despite his advanced age and medical constraints continues to be an admirably active enthusiast. I think that he is on his bike most days; the extremes people will go to in order to avoid the washing up!

It was a toss-up between Whitchurch and Malpas, with the nearest destination being considered in case the exceptional heat required made a short return prudent. We headed up to Bolesworth Castle and Brown Knowl. As Andy W was heading to Tilston via Duckington we decided to accompany him and forget Whitchurch. Andy turned for home at Tilston as we made a decent mileage to lunch by riding a quiet loop via Shocklach, Upper Threapwood and a new ‘first’: a gradual diagonal climb into Malpas up the appropriately named Sunnyside. We found one free table in the Little Deli enjoying our modestly priced English breakfasts and the friendly service.

We ensured our water bottles were refilled before our shorter route back on this beautiful but baking hot day. Our return was via Chorlton Lane, Horton Green and Tilston. These lanes capture the essence of Chester Easy Riders, as we cruise through the lush green countryside with only the very occasional vehicle disturbing our day-dreaming progress. It is surprising to note the number of discreet halls and lodges that we pass in a small area: usually we only get a glimpse, and often only view the end of a long drive. Newton Hall, Stretton Hall, Preston Hall, Cuddington Hall, Chorlton Hall, Chorlton Lodge, Overton Hall and Grafton Hall and so on. What sort of people live in these grand homes? How did they acquire their money? Are they part of “The Cheshire Set”? Late morning we had passed a young glamorous couple, finely dressed, riding magnificent shining chestnut horses, who politely acknowledged us with high-class accents and dazzling white smiles; were they part of the Cheshire Set? Do they only mix with their own? Perhaps they socialise at a Cheshire Hunt meet or at the Cheshire Polo Club. Do they ever slip down to Waitrose in their Bentley Bentaygas or do they have everything delivered? We completed our return to Tattenhall in brilliant sunshine by way of Barton, Coddington and Chowley. I didn’t envy Andy B with a long leg to Mold ahead in the heat, and unfortunately Alison’s was locking up, so we couldn’t easily share a last drink with him; good job he’s a certified masochist. A shortish but completely satisfying ride in glorious weather and totally relaxing company.

DH

19th June 2025: Aqueduct Marina (mod+)

 Warning!  The following content could be dangerous to your mental health- Lol.

Alison’s was the start venue today, on what was the best day of the year, with a cloudless sky, very light SE winds and near 30 degrees promised.  We were split to the front and back, which made a head count difficult, but based on DH saying he had 3 and no fast guys I figured it was 11-ish.

I had 7 in my group and I believe there were a couple in civvies, one was DM, out for coffee only.

My route was to the Aqueduct Marina, which is one of my favourites, due to the quality of the lanes and more open scenery, which works really well from Alison’s, as long as the winds are light of course.

My group formed instantly, as 6 of the eventual seven turned up virtually at the same time and grabbed the shade out front, the 7th was a lucky ‘kling-on’-Lol.

 

We set off right out of Alison’s and turned immediately left, settling into an easy rhythm, as I was warned by Steve-Lol. Shortly after turning right to Huxley, the rhythm was upset by somebody pulling along side me at the front. At first I thought it was a solo cyclist catching and passing us. However, after casually responding to his overtures with “yep, I’m alright mate”, I looked across and recognised those long blond-ish locks & the give away mini rucksack, as being Chris of course- Lol. “Where have you come from”, said I.

He had arrived late, riding in from home. Luckily for him (depending on your view point- Lol) he was just riding past the school and saw us go by in the distance, but wasn’t sure if we were CER. 

He chased us down, but had to work through the peloton, until he recognised somebody- Lol, which is probably why he simply rode straight past all of us - ok that last bit was a lie- Lol. 

The rest of the group was Nick (I’ve got no fast boy mates),the Chuckle Brothers (Allan & wife, aka Steve Hu- Lol) Shane ( what a nice man-Lol) And Kev (almost as nice as Shane- Lol, Lol, Lol) And little old me of course.

 

Chris settled into an immediate discussion about our bikes. This lead me to realising what a shrewd negotiator he must be, because he had paid less for his bike than I paid for my new cassette-Lol.

Anyway, by now we were cruising along nicely to Brassy Green and our right turn up to Beeston Castle, over my favourite little canal bridge for our first small effort. There would only be a couple more uppy bits on this almost pan flat route. Despite our lack of real hills, Nick still commented about how he hated that little pull up over the railway bridge, just as he was passing me. I completely concurred, as I shouted my response at his back wheel- Lol.

Now several miles on, and on a gorgeous stretch of lanes that being so well smooth, inevitably meant the pace naturally picked up slightly. I therefore took the opportunity to rotate back to enjoy the views, grab a smoke break and have a little chat with Kev, who I knew hadn’t been to the Aqueduct Marina before. He was revelling in the fact that there were no potholes for several miles, quote; “It’s so nice to not have to think about where to point the bike”. Then, mid chat, Steve called for a stop, to straighten his socks or swap bottles or was it to eat a melted chocolate bar - Ah no, that was later, Lol.

We got going again and within a couple of miles or so we were swinging into Church Minshull, where upon somebody behind commented on the Badger Pub, as we passed by. “Ah! Last weeks destination”, which was now only 1 mile from todays destination- Lol, although our route was completely different, according to the lunch conversations. These ranged from Trump possibly bombing Iran to our resident chatter box being offered the chance to get his food liquidised into a smoothie, to take away.

 

Kev offered to ask the staff, as he was worried it might be dark by the time we all got home, which was especially relevant today as Steve & Shane also planned to carry on for their 100 miles again. “What!” I hear you say, “ on a day of 30+ degrees”. I did hear somebody call them idiots, which couldn’t have been me, could it- Lol. Anyway, as soon as Kev made the offer, Steve then took a long breath and got on with eating. DH has a challenger for the slow eating title—Lol.

The popular choice for lunch was jacket spuds and tuna. However, our very own version of Jamie Oliver, had other ideas, when he pulled out lunch from his rucksack. I was not aware of the culinary talents of our newest member who, in the right light, could be said to look a little like Jamie Oliver, or was that Mary Berry- Lol. That said, Chris tucked into what looked like a simple egg mayo roll, which I commented was a pet hate of mine. “But have you tried my secret ingredient”, with a wry smile. “Oh yes”, with hopeful anticipation. “Sweet chilli sauce” was his response. “with eggs?”, to which I had this instant picture in my head of JO, with his head in his hands- Lol,Lol.

We got going with the assurance of light tailwinds all the way back. After a couple of miles, it got even easier, as Nick came to the front and decided he would lead us home, which felt lovely, I don’t often get to ride for numerous miles on somebody’s back wheel, even if it was a light tailwind, it’s still makes a big difference and much appreciated.

I then decided to lead the group up to Bunbary via Chestnut Meats farm/cafe, along Long Lane to Haughton, as the more traditional way to Bunbury, via Brindley crossing, has become very bumpy & pot holed, as we discovered a week earlier with Fiona & Elwyn, who were absent today, having fun at the dentist BTW. As I hoped, Long Lane has had loads of repairs and resurfacing since I last rode it several years back and is now a much better alternative and only adds a half mile. It was at this point that Nick didn’t think he had enough water to get him back to Tilston, so we diverted into the Co-Op in Bunbury.

This subsequently lead to the revelation of the day regarding the true characters of the Chuckle Brothers.

Let me set the scene. Nick got distracted and needed reminding to get his water-Lol, while everybody was wiping themselves down and shuffling into the shade ( 30 degrees on my Garmin).  Meanwhile, Chuckle Brother number 2 (aka- Alan) suddenly appeared eating a Cornetto. “No team ice creams then”, was my response- Lol. 

Where upon the Lovely Kev shouted out, “oh that’s a good idea and promptly offered to buy them. 

Almost simultaneously, the equally lovely and other half of the Chuckle Brothers also shouted he would get them in. Off they went and swiftly returned with sumptuous Mango Solero’s for everybody (such generosity-Lol). They were so well received  and quickly dispatched, although not before Shane decided to teach Chris how to juggle his-Lol. CB No 2 clearly must have thought that the whole group had a dairy intolerance or something and hence, he just bought a single Cornetto- Lol, Lol,Lol. 

20 minutes later we got going for our last 8 miles back to Tattenhall. We swiftly past Beeston Castle and before we knew it were at the junction on Burwardsley Road, just a mile left to Alison’s. However, we (Alan & I) had dropped the rest and waited to regroup, but only Kev appeared.  He explained that Shane & Steve had decided to show Chris the direct way for him to get home via the Ice cream farm, Gatesheath, Platt’s Lane and beyond, as they needed more miles anyway for their 100!  So those three turned off, half a mile back. Again the generosity of CB No1 has no bounds- Lol. 

What happened to Nick is unknown ( however, he was on home territory, so I wasn’t concerned about him getting home- Lol) I assumed he turned right with the others, for a longer route home. Meanwhile, we 3 carried on into Tattenhall and no sooner said did the ‘Mugger’ pounce, but this time I was waiting, thanks to the help from Nick on the previous 5 miles or so, which meant I had some legs left. I chased the ‘Mugger’ down and sat on his wheel into Alison’s (job done- Lol) . Unfortunately this meant we had dropped Kev, which was water off a ducks back to the ‘Mugger’ of course, but not me, so I apologise Kev (nice man) but I had to get him- Lol, Lol.

 

I left them both at Alison’s after Alan informed me he had 41 miles with an AS of 15.4 mph, which was surprising considering the heat, but it was pretty flat and low winds, although Nicks contribution probably made the difference. I got home with 46 miles & AS of 15.6 mph, as I used the last of my legs- Ouch!- Lol.

 

What a great day with fabulous company and some great banter- Lol. There was so much ammunition on this ride that I struggled to keep this story as short as it is- Lol.

 

At the time of writing, I discovered Shane & Steve did complete their 100miles ( madness, but well done). And credit to Chris who I think did 75 miles. No doubt, he would have liked to carry on with Shane & Steve, but I know he had a night shift to do.

Well done guy’s, all round, even Allan- Lol, A cracking day, especially the Solero’s- Lol.

 

Till next time chaps,

‘The Wind Whisperer’ & sometimes story teller.

 

Disclaimer: all content was base on a true story, the characters and names have all been taken from fictional scenarios-Lol, Lol.

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12th June 2025: Bunbury (mod)

 The weather forecast was decidedly iffy for the ride so I planned a meandering route out to Bunbury and back through Aldford. However, if it turned unpleasant we could head straight back to Tattenhall and then Meadow Lea, only taking just over an hour. 

The morning was very pleasant and warm and the 4 of us, Dave H, Andy, Ray and myself set off up the A56 towards the Barrow turning, but heading then up to Ashton. Skirting Kelsall, we crossed the A51 and took Corkscrew Lane towards the Shady Oak and then up to Beeston. Round the castle, then a short distance took us to Bunbury and the Nags Head for lunch. 

Fortunately we weren't in a rush, and lunch was served at a leisurely pace. We set off down the lane towards Peckforton and felt the first drops of rain. By the time we reached Tattenhall it was clearly settling in for the afternoon so an executive decision was taken to cut out Aldford and head back. It rained on and off all the way to Christleton where Andy and Dave left us. 

Ray and myself returned between the showers, not too wet after all. 

36 miles,not too bad considering we cut a chunk off. 

Jim Dale

12th June 2025: Church Minshull (mod+)

 There was only subject of conversation at Meadow Lea Cafè “when will the rain start”. The wind whisperer had taken the extreme measures of booking a family holiday in the Lake district to avoid today.

 During five minutes of preparation the previous evening, I had downloaded Steve T’s ride from June last year. Steve T also had a ride to Malpas, however the apprentice wind whisperer Alan spoke of favourable wind direction on the return leg if we ventured to Church Minshull, so that sealed the deal.

 An Octet of riders set off consisting of Fiona, Elwyn, Kevin, Shane, John M, Steve T & H and Alan. The long road drag along Warrington road to Bridge Trafford certainly had the blood pumping. However, a right turn and Morley lane provided a more CER in keeping lane to circumnavigate Manley and Mouldsworth.

 The descent of Dark lane and the sharp turn into Ashton road always signals two to three miles of uphill to Hatchmere and Norley. Steve T and John M left the group at this point to return home via their own routes. The road from Sandiway to Church Minshull was nose into the wind and I was grateful to Alan and Shane and later Elwyn who all took turns on the front.

The Badger exceeded our requirements with “surprise” chips for some of our riders who haven’t yet managed to read the menus correctly :) Replete with food we were delighted to be rewarded with a brisk tailwind from Cholmondeston to Wettenhall. Here we turned slightly south skirting Tarporley and following Utkinton road then heading towards Walk Mill. By now the wind was from the side and passing gates by Walk Mill was interesting!

 Shane and F&E left us to return home leaving the trio of Alan Kevin and I to head towards Waverton and latterly to Meadow Lea.

 Did we avoid the rain? Strictly speaking yes, if you count the conclusion of the ride being Meadow Lea, however everyone had ridden from home so there were a few “moist” riders rocking up finally at home.

 The route was approximately 40 miles with a non-too shabby average speed of 14.5 mph , so thanks to the folk who ventured out against their better judgement and for the humour and company on the day.

 Steve Hu 

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12th June 2025 : Nantwich (brisk)

Bonus week – two blogs for the price of one- now read on!

Ivan had planned a ride out on Tuesday after we had both been away. So I was sent a ridewithgps route which was a “climb every mountain” route up to Minera and over Worlds End. Aware that this was a feel-good ride for Ivan on his new electric Cervello, I said OK but plotted a personal bail out route at Minera. 

We set off after meeting at Blacon Old Station on the greenway. Just as we were approaching Kinnerton I noticed the tell-tale white spots on the dark cherry red frame of Ivan's Cervello ie a rear wheel puncture – and the second on this tyre from new. Ivan decides to return home but encourages me to ride on anyway. This I do but with him Chester-bound by way of a short stop at Chocks Away cafe with 25 miles ridden all round. Ivan decides to buy new Conti tubeless tyres and spends a frustrating time later in the day of removing and fitting the new rear tyre and giving up fitting the front tyre as it will not come off!

So now it's Thursday and he has a route to Nantwich which young Chris decides to ride with us. We are out of the gate at speed bound for Waverton and Tarporley and onto Wettenhall. We now run down the Winsford to Nantwich “unmade” main road – well that's what it feels like on a bike at speed. Just as we hit the nice and smooth resurfaced section, we turn off left down an even worse lane called Poole Old Hall Lane. At the end we hit the main road to Nantwich bound for the marina cafe. Service is slow as the weather looks like rain and the wind is getting stronger. How long can it take to make three coffees and dispense two plates of cake? 

We set off back at high speed with a wind-assist via a regular routing towards Bunbury and out via Beeston castle to slide around Tattenhall bound for Sandy Lane. Well, we certainly put our SPDs down hard, as we got back to the top of Sandy Lane at an all-round average speed of 17 mph with 50 miles ridden.

So despite the wind being somewhat against us on the way out, we reaped the benefits on the return. Did I mention that we were back home by 1400 and no rain at all, but it did start to rain in  Chester just after I got home. 

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CA

5th June 2025: Criccieth (Special Ride)

 Well it could be any regular CER Thursday in Nov or Dec heading for Chirk. 50-100 yard visibility torrential rain and steamed up windscreen. But no, its June and we are heading west on the A55!

 No sane rider would have set out today if it wasn’t for the fact all the weather forecasts showed it brightening from the west. And west indeed was todays destination Caernarfon, for a two castles ride.

 Once everyone had unloaded their vehicles we awaited the arrival of our venerable secretary and his wingman Steve T. It was a quick phone call that revealed the two of them were already ensconced in the warm atmosphere of the cafe.

 Once Kevin had consumed his bodyweight in bacon butties our intrepid group set off on our N.Wales adventure. The group consisted of Megan, Mel, Kevin, Mold Andy, Steve T & H, Dave H, Alan, Mike G,  Keith & local boy Trevor. See our group below

Photo Steve Hu

Trevor and Mike had cycled part of the way to Caernarfon so it wasn’t as much of a shock to their legs as the rest of us battled the headwinds along Aber Foreshore Rd with the Menai straights on our right-hand side.

 Soon with the coast behind us we set about tackling what Wales is famous for, not Sheep or Rain but Welsh hills. The climb was only interrupted by a road closed sign (which we normally take with a pinch of halen), but on this occasion was blocked by two vans, a plastic fence, a digger and a sizeable hole. A diplomatic chat with the contractors in their own language ensured a slow squeeze past the various obstacles and normal service was resumed.

 Once clear and along with Steve H’s assurances “this is the last climb” we continued to rise and fall for a further forty-five minutes, by this time Steve overtures were being mostly ignored and the subject turned to “how long before lunch”. Before long the road dropped away and the sea came into view. Alan’s group were straining at the leash and allowed free reign to meet us at the lunch stop Tir a Môr Cafe. On arriving at the cafe Alan and his merry band were not to be seen, we realised later he had taken them on a Tour du Criccieth for extra miles. 

Feeding the sparrows

Replete with crab sandwiches and other excellent fayre we plunged down to the sea shore and took our second photo outside Criccieth Castle.

Photo AO

To avoid the busy A road we entered Llanystumdwy on the cycle path and followed the national cycle path network up to Bryncir.

 At this point Alan decided he needed some extreme hill training and set off up the A road on his own. Soon he realised that the lovely gated Lôn Eifion (a gated old railway) was preferable to the busy A road and re-joined us. Mike and Trevor regaled us with the history of this lovely cycleway which is a 12.5 mile closed road from Bryncir to Caernarfon. The railway ceased operations in 1964 In addition to to it being part of the Avon Wen railway line it also shared part of its route with the Nantile Tramway. The Nantile Tramway transported slate from the local quarries to waiting vessels in Caernarfon.

 Lastly the old tramway/line had a role in transporting materials from the quarry to the Dinorwic pumped power station near Llanberis during its construction.   But probably the MOST endearing part of the route is the nine-mile downhill section all the way into Caernarfon. This section is delight to ride, requiring little pedalling and only the occasional stop to open gates or cross roads.

 Soon we were back in town and here the group split, some heading to the station others to their cars and lastly the thirsty group who headed to the Caffi Maes for another warm drink.

 A very pleasant 42 miles spent in excellent company with only a few short and mild showers.

 Steve Hu 

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29th May 2025: Aston

 There were enough riders at Rose Farm for a three-group sortie into the sun and wind. Neil was hiding under the kitchen table at home. But who was that extravagantly bandanad character in the corner? As he walked over I realised that it wasn’t Jack Sparrow, but a Keith Richards look- alike and that wasn’t the only similarity, as Clive is also an enthusiastic guitar player.                                                                                        

Our very moderate group consisted of Big Ray, Mold Andy, and myself. Trevor, Jim Dale and Dave Matthews were not out for the day. As we were leaving we ran into Dave Pipe, who wasn’t oven-ready, so we arranged to meet him for lunch at “The Bhurty.”

 My route was deliberately meandering: south of Cotebrook we cruised the little lanes passing Boothouse Farm before heading for Alpraham and crossing the A51 for Bunbury. At the lovely old school house we stayed left for Haughton and Radmore Green. After a short spell on the main road we were back on familiar lanes at Gradley Green, before heading to Ravensmoor. With perfect timing Dave Pipe arrived at the crossroads having picked the fastest route he could to catch us up; I think that his electrical assistance was supplied by Tesla. We arrived at Aston expecting very good food in an attractive environment, and we were not disappointed. We had an interesting discussion including about the career routes and whereabouts of our adult children. Turn the clock back twelve years or so and Dave Pipe would probably have ordered spotted dick at The Bhurtpore in an extended lunch stop. No time for second courses today but Dave appreciated that the new owners have continued the tradition of stocking a wide range of strong ales.

Our return had us cycling a quiet loop initially alongside the Llangollen Canal before turning north at Gauntons Bank and heading for Chorley and Brindley. We took an excursion down to the site of the old spa, having had to scream to call Ray back as he had sailed too far ahead. Ray is trying to curb his enthusiasm but these days he is a bit too hot for his pants. It was a novel route for Dave Pipe, and we dismounted to look at the old salt and bath house. We negotiated the A49 and continued to Peckforton via Spurstow. The stretch of wooded hillside toward Beeston is studded with attractive old properties with lovely views. We decided to take a late break at the outdoor café at Beeston Castle. Andy provided a good excuse, as with another thirty miles to go into a strong headwind, he would particularly enjoy coffee and cake before battling to Mold. Andy also enjoyed a discount with his English Heritage card. The last few miles from here via “The Shady” involves a fair bit of uphill slogging, but we finally arrived with the patient Steve Tan waiting at Rose Farm. Clive was probably at home now playing Time is on My Side on his guitar having completed a much longer ride. Never mind, it had been a thoroughly enjoyable sunny day for us with over forty-two miles covered.

DH

29th May 2025: Overwater Marina (mod+)

 It was warm with a blustery SW wind when we gathered at Rose Farm, so it was no surprise that Neil was not there. If there’s one thing that the ‘wind whisperer’ hates, it’s….wind! Lol! Also absent was Steve Hu, who was on grandpa duties, so a quiet ride would be guaranteed (ha,ha!).

I hadn’t expected to lead today, but as we sorted ourselves out into groups of similar ‘talent’, a mod+ team of Alan, Kevin and myself dropped out. Fortunately, I had put a route down to Overwater (Audlem) Marina onto my phone, so was able to load it up onto my Wahoo.

Turning left out of the car park, we ran down the hill and turned right into Wood Lane, which has to be one of the roughest lanes in Cheshire. We soon crossed the A51 at Clotton and whizzed along Corkscrew Lane, heading  for Huxley  and  Brassey Green, before dropping down the hill past The Shady pub and across the canal. Then came the long drag up to Beeston Castle, from where we took Moss Lane to cross the A49 and run into Bunbury.

Pushing on south into increasingly strong gusts of wind, we crossed the A534 at Brindley and swept on through Larden Green and Chorley, heading for Wrenbury. From there, we swung eastwards through Sound and soon arrived at The Café at Bridge 80, our lunch-stop. The café was busy and we were warned of a 20-minute wait for food, but quiches and ‘full breakfast’ soon arrived.

Before setting off back, Alan set about adjusting the limit stops on the front mech of Kevin’s bike.  He’d had problems changing onto the small chain ring and couldn’t get onto the big ring at all.

Adjusting

To Kevin’s delight, the adjustments were made so that all three chain rings could be used, so we set off back long Cool Lane now with the wind (mostly) behind us. On reaching Nantwich, we avoided the town centre by going through the lakeside park to cross the River Weaver, emerging through the houses on the north side, where we crossed the A51 and ran past Rease Heath College.

Crossing the Shropshire Union Canal (again) at the Venetian Marina, we continued north to Cholmondelston and Wettenhall. Now we swung westwards, into the wind to climb the long hill through Eaton to arrive at the summit on Tarporley Road, near the Portal Golf Club.

From here we ran down Heath Green to cross the A49 and join Utkinton Road, from where it was a short run back to Rose Farm.

44 miles covered on a warm, sunny, but blustery day. Thanks to Alan and Kevin for their company and encouragement on a day I struggled (again) on the hills.

ST

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29th May 2025 : Northwich (brisk)

The weather forecast was favourable but with high winds from the south west. Ivan had offered a route which exploited the wind on the way out but we would have to fight it on the way back! So it was to the metropolis of Northwich that three of us were headed for today.

Ivan, Nick and I set off down the hill avoiding the already deteriorating, yet recently re-surfaced road surface, bound for Little Budworth. At the crossroads before Cinders Hill near Whitegate, Nick peels off in a loop back to Tilston as domestic duties call. Ivan and I head north through Sandiway to Weaverham and onto to Little Leigh, thence Comberbach, Great Budworth and Pickmere. 

We turn into the wind now at Wincham village and hence southwest through the Business Park to slide into the back of Northwich heading for the Spoons pub “ The Penny Black” arriving at around 1200. As ever the pub is busy, but there is a good choice of beers on hand and half the price of anywhere else, and a wide range of food to choose from.

The way back is riding via Chester Road out of Northwich to Hartford and into the strengthening wind. We head for Whitegate and the climb up to the crossroads where Nick left us for home earlier in the day. We turn left to ride through Winsford to Glebe Green turning due west.  Ivan provides some relief for me riding in his wake as the wind is across us and quite gusty as we head for Eaton. The route back is around Tarporley at 40 miles all told. 

I suggest we should ride via Tarporley High Street and down the A49 back to Duddon and then slide off to Waverton and Chester environs. Getting back home at 1500, I find I have cycled nearly 70 miles and just at under 16mph, and Ivan just a little less mileage but a higher average speed (as he had to wait for me on the hills!). Not the most prettiest of rides today, but dry under the tyres and worth the effort of the 14 mile ride out (and back) to Rose Farm.

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22nd May 2025: Caerwys

 What a shock ! not only to see Mike Gilbert on an aluminium bicycle that was A not steel and B not 35plus years old! But more importantly we seemed to subject to a form of wetness originating in the sky , we later discovered this phenomenon was called rain that we have not seen in Gogledd Cymru for over eight weeks.

Thus a damp start heralded the brave riders venturing into the hills for our Welsh leg of the CER rota. Trevor fresh from his coast to coast was joined by Keith who had been training in gale force winds with Mike G on Anglesey last week and myself back from Dave M’s 80 mile Bob Clift charity ride.

 We were greeted by the waitress at 09:45 to be advised the coffee machine was “cleaning itself” but normal service would resume when they opened at 10am. Unfortunately they must have the cleanest machine in the dwyrain as it was still enjoying its spa at 10:15. Joyfully at 10:20 our coffee’s arrived.

The mod+ group consisted of young Chris Alan Kevin and yours truly. Steve T was leading the mod group with a ride to Overton. Caerwys is always a hilly route and I had attempted to flatten this out by routing through Mold and Gwernaffield. whilst this section of the route was pleasant and undulating the laws of physics and topography prevailed as we rose out of Rhydymwyn heading for Lixwm. Another series of tough climbs and descents to Ysceifiog saw young Chris a hundred yards up the road riding in his big ring whilst we twiddled away in granny gears commensurate with three ( with Kevin just two weeks ago) grandad’s.

The corner cafe at Caerwys were excellent as usual providing a brunch and “panad o de” for under £9. On leaving the cafe a stinging vote of no confidence in the tour guide led to Alan taking over the reins of the return journey. He was voted in with a manifesto to remove as many hills from the route as possible and in fairness succeeded. A high level route taking in Babell Pentre Halkyn and Rhosesmor soon had us dropping down to Northop. This is the preferred route for our outbound route normally. 

In Northop our trusted guide Alan departed for Flint and the baton was returned to the shaky grip of yours truly. Cognisant of the fact there were no more hills twixt Northop and Hawarden I happily led the team home, only stopping briefly to check if Chris wished to use the A55 for one section to Dobshill, as it was more in keeping with his speed and abilities LOL.

A pleasant ride with all the mods+ riding to the start venue ,so an estimate of the core route would be 39 miles with 2800 feet of climbing, not the flatter route planned.

Steve Hu 

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22nd May 2025: Bangor-on-Dee

This was a day when patience was needed. We had gathered at The Gladstone Library and had ordered coffees when the waitress came to tell us that they were still cleaning the machine. So, she took any remaining orders and disappeared. A while later, she came back and told us that the machine was broken and offered us filter coffees. Almost immediately, she came back to say that the machine was now working and we could have the coffees we had ordered originally. But they came in dribs and drabs as did the toasted teacakes some had ordered.

So, it was well after 10.30 by the time we got outside to the bikes to start the rides. This was only my fourth ride of the year since January, so I’d decided to go with the ‘mods’ today. My plan was to go down to The Two Doves café in Overton, a ride I’d done about a year ago. My ‘mod’ compatriots were Dave H, Keith, Ray B, Mike G and Trevor.

We set off down the hill past the castle car park and then up the steep road/track at the side of Bilberry Wood to reach the footbridge over the A55. Going down the hill I was immediately struck by how cold it was. The sky was overcast and there was a strong north-easterly wind.

Having climbed some more along Old Hope Road to cross the Mold road near Penymynydd, we were soon flying down Lower Mountain Road, crossing Kinnerton Road and into Golly and Burton. Here we crossed the railway line on the outskirts of Rossett. The wind chill had made me so cold that I stopped to put on me waterproof in an effort to keep warm.

We climbed part of the way up Marford Hill before peeling off down Hoseley Lane which took us to the roundabout on the A534 at Llan-y-pwll. After that, we followed more quiet lanes which skirt around Wrexham Industrial Estate and popped us out near Pentre Maelor. From here we threaded our way to Cross Lanes to pick up the A525 from where it was only a short run down to Bangor-on-Dee.

By this time, because of being cold, I’d decided to forego the delights of The Two Doves and persuaded the peleton to stop for lunch at The Royal Oak instead of going on to Overton. Once again, our orders were swiftly taken, but the meals took ages to appear. This gave us plenty of time to swap stories about our travels. The best one was told by Mike about a time that he and his wife were staying in Sunny Beach in Bulgaria. The decided to go by train to Plovdiv for the day. When it came time to go back, they found that there were no trains that evening! The lady at the railway station was able to find overnight accommodation for them…in an army barracks in Burgas!

Photo MG

Having taken a group photo outside the pub, we set off back.  By this time, the sun had come out and we were feeling a little warmer. The route took us through Bangor so that we could get back onto the A525 without going the ‘wrong way’ over the old bridge. We were soon off the main road and on to Creamery Road and then on to the tiny roads which run roughly parallel to Holt Roa. These have very little traffic on them and in the winter they are often get flooded or are very muddy. Today they were dry and dusty and completely free of traffic of any kind. At the end of the lanes it was warm enough for me to take off my waterproof.

Emerging from the lanes, we crossed the A534 and headed into Holt. At this point, Trevor left us to get some extra miles in before heading home. Leaving Holt along Borras Road and then up the B5102 towards Lavister, we pressed on through Dodleston and Lower Kinnerton to Higher Kinnerton.

That just left the last four miles for us to get back to Hawarden, but what a tough four miles it is. Although not very steep, a long climb is the last thing you need when you’re tired at the end of a ride. Having got to the top, the bonus is the plunge down Tinkersdale from the Dobshill roundabout.

40 miles covered on a day which started out cold, but wound up being pleasantly warm.

ST

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18th May 2025 : Bob Clift Memorial Rides 50mls and 80mls

Created by Bob Clift, the 150 mile Cheshire Cycleway was originally established in 1986.  This event celebrates  Bob's memory, with two shorter rides better suited to current town and road conditions. One is 80 mls and the other 50 mls. It was organised by Chester & N Wales CTC.

Today, Steve Hu, Shane and Clive were part of 26 riders who rode the 80 miler out to Congleton from Duddon. Weather conditions were ideal and we completed the 80 mls a little over  5hours at 15 mph average speed. 

Fiona and Elwyn rode the 50 mile version where 42 riders set off from Duddon as well albeit starting an hour later than the 80 milers.

Apologies for not mentioning you if other members rode today!

50 mile route 

80 mile route

CA

15th May 2025: Delamere (mod)

 With Dave H., Trevor C., Jim D., and others otherwise engaged, I arranged with George to start a ride from Hooton Station 09:30 am to Delamere and back. The route came from Komoot (reference: Wirral Cycling Group), who normally ride on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Both George and I found the ride interesting, with many of the roads being car-free. However, on the way back, my new Garmin sent George and me a different way, and we ended up on a carriageway for about 100 yards. This was a bit of a challenge, and George kindly offered the use of his map—sorry, George! Fortunately, we survived with no issues.

The ride did include a few steep hills, but for the most part, it was flat (see map). Near Delamere, we met young Chris, who had missed the fast ride (not sure if Chris overslept?). We all had lunch at the Delamere café. George initially opted for a vegan choice but changed his mind when I mentioned that beans on toast were his favourite.

The ride back was a bit more challenging, with some hills near Helsby. However, we both enjoyed exploring the new area, which George calculated to be 45 miles in total.

Ray B

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15th May 2025 : Runcorn (brisk)

It was going to be another very sunny day as I set off for the 14 mile ride out to Delamere Station cafe. I decided to ride into the Delamere parkland via the Yeld and the 2 mile forest track in preference to riding through the forest to Hatchmere crossroads. As I was ordering coffee Ivan arrived so we sat outside in the sunshine.

Very soon Dave M arrived along with Mike D. Both Ivan and I had overtaken Mike along the way into Delamere and not fully realised it. Apologies Mike! As we waited for more Easy Riders to arrive, Ivan recounted his near-death experience in Spain and how the NHS is now closely looking after him upon his return. Dave M and Ivan then compared their cardiac monitoring hardware and the scars that they now have where the kit was inserted into their chest walls!

Standard departure time of 1030 came and went, and it became clear that no other riders were going to arrive today.  Dave mentioned riding to Whitegate, maybe with Mike, as Ivan and I saddled up bound for Runcorn the long way round. I'd planned this route a while ago as I wanted to ride around Runcorn as close to the water as possible and this we did.

It was a classic route out to the edge of Northwich with the mega-surprise that part of the road up to Hatchmere crossroads was now baby's bottom smooth! Not so the rest of the Bag Lane or Hodge Lane. Just at the traffic lights at the bridge over the West Coast Line, I noticed that Ivans's rear tubeless tyre had sprung a leak and his dark bike frame was speckled with white tyre sealant. The puncture was found and judged to be self-sealed so we motored on via Winnington and Anderton to Combermere. Skirting Great Budworth we now head towards High Legh.

The next three miles was ideal cycling down lanes anew as we head through the countryside towards Sworton Heath to access Swineyard Lane. It's now a fast burn to Appleton Thorn on smooth roads which was just as well as more white spots appeared on the back stays of Ivans' bike i.e. the tyre hasn't remained sealed. Running parallel with M56, we enter Daresbury village to cross the A56 Chester road. There are mega-road works here all due to the enormous area of house building known as “Daresbury Garden Village”. Crossing the roadworks, narrow Delph lane runs downhill into the back of the Sandymoor edge of Runcorn. 

I had now plotted a course to keep as close to the Manchester Ship canal as possible as we access cycle lanes and poorly surfaced roads into the Astmoor Industrial area. Ivan snaps the old Runcorn Bridge from The Decks area where there were several old locks enumerated from Lock 3-8. We arrive at the Spoons “Ferry Boat” pub with punters spilling out onto the pavement in continental fashion. A pint of refreshing lager (one with and one without ethanol) slakes our thirsts after 30 miles from Delamere. 

To prove we went!

Time to go, as we now hug the shoreline sliding under the road and rail bridges way above our heads. Riding up to Higher Runcorn is a cinch for Ivan these days but not so for me! We pass Beacon Hill and slide around Weston picking up the cycleways to get us down to  the Sutton Weaver swing bridge. As I didn't fancy the two inclines into Frodsham, we hang a right over the river and take the NCR5 to pop out by the Bear's Paw pub. The Thursday market is still just alive with a plethora of white vans as we eschew the route back to Delamere and motor on back to Chester. 

The route back to Delamere is straight forwards at about 7 miles but it's preceded by a two mile slog towards Kingsley. All round the route would be 44 mls. Ivan and I had either 60 or 65 miles on the clock. It was remarkable that his rear tyre had kept sealed (and re-sealed itself) and it didn't affect his riding speed at all!

So a truly enjoyable day's ride with no hiccups. I knew that most of the Brisk group were otherwise engaged today but we were all somewhat surprised that other regulars were absent on such a fine cycling day

PS: As I took a shower at home, I noticed white spots on my legs and arms - Ivan's tyre sealant!

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CA

8th May 2025 : Loppington (mod)

It was a strange set-up for the Mods as we sorted out our arrangements over coffee in Chirk. Mutt and Jeff (Dave Matthews and Andy Whitgreave) were cycling back towards Chester, and Trevor and Mike Gilbert were undertaking separate, very hilly, training rides. Although Trevor and Mike made it clear that we were welcome to join either of them, Keith and I planned to ride in the opposite direction to The Dickin Arms, at Loppington. Our route soon saw us on the quiet lanes past Henlle Hall and Hindford before the so-easy riders’ scenic swoop down from Welsh Frankton to Lower Frankton. One of the two canal bridges to be crossed at Lower Frankton is ludicrously steep, and if not approached at a reasonable pace and in an appropriate gear could result in disaster. At Lower Hordley we turned off the main drag and headed up to Kendrick Park before crossing the A528 at Cockshutt on the A528 and drifting into Loppington via English Frankton.

The ‘mod plus’ group had just arrived for lunch before us on their slightly longer route. It was great to catch up with them and have an interesting conversation about current affairs. Keith was “havin’ a larf” with the pub staff who appeared as practised as Peter Mandelson in displaying amusement in the face of a nutter. The food, ambience and service at the Dickin Arms was “a cut above” as usual. I ordered an extra tea and began to think of ordering a taxi back to Chirk, but we eventually started our return on the narrow, well-surfaced lush lane to Lyneal. It was great to be in deep, green countryside in this weather, and with two old muckers together we had no demands regarding pace or finding the best route back. Colemere, White Mere, Lee, Tetchill and Welsh Frankton marked our progress. At the back of Welsh Frankton we briefly rode east to Perthy before crossing the old railway at Crickett. 

The return route had a number of steepish climbs but St.Martin’s was duly reached before the bit of a drag to the worryingly fierce A483 roundabout. The roundabout is like a neighbourhood Rottweiller which always growls menacingly as you pass its house, but has never actually got through the fence and ripped you apart; but you are aware it could happen. Keith went onto the roundabout when there was a gap, only to be loudly honked at by a car tearing around from the Chirk direction heading south. I remember us once before being nearly taken out by a car as we exited this roundabout, and I expected a punch-up to follow! Anyway, Keith sped up for the last couple of kilometres to Castle Bistro, and surprisingly, I wasn’t too far behind. 

The woman serving us in the morning had a face like thunder for some reason, but the young woman who greeted us on our return was very pleasant, so received a decent tip. We were too late to get back to Runcorn handily, so we indulged in coffee and cake in the sun at the rear of the bistro. Trevor sent a photo of his arrival at the impressive Pistyll Rhaeadr waterfall. The much-missed Mike Morley led a long special ride to this waterfall from Manley Mere some years ago, and it was Trevor’s first ride with the club. We wish Trevor “all the best” for his upcoming coast-to- coast ride. Many thanks to Keith for his good -humoured support on our ride. A modest thirty-seven or so miles covered, but a thoroughly enjoyable day out.

DH

8th May 2025 : Loppington (mod +)

To think only seven days ago we were basking in twenty seven deg C temperatures at the beginning of May. One week later and it felt like autumn, a full twenty degree change to nine deg C.

Only one brisker today, so Nick joined Alan, Kevin and myself to form a small group. I last rode this route in Nov 2021. I believe its either a Clive route (as there is plenty of grass growing in the centre of the lanes) or a Steve T.

The mods were displaying a fragmented approach with at least four different groups leaving the Castle Bistro. Our route avoided the plunge down Castle Hill by turning right towards Brongarth. We passed Trevor who was embarking on a challenging ride to Pistyll Rhaeader. This lane meanders towards Weston Rhyn before bearing right towards Hengoed. 

The lanes in Shropshire are synonymous with the spirit of CER, quiet (apart from two huge tractors), and safe (apart from the girl racer that tried to run Nick over!) . Gobowen was soon passed on our left as the road continued to Whittington. It was at this point that most of us realised where we were! A little headwind appeared here, so we were very lucky the wind whisperer wasn’t riding with us today otherwise he would have turned around and headed home - LOL. 

Soon the village of Loppington appeared and the Dickin Arms welcomed us to a well-earned lunch. No sooner than having ordered than Keith & Dave H appeared, so a very pleasant lunch ensued with Trumpy providing no end of conversation as usual. 

As we bade farewell the mods, we headed north and circled White Mere, I incorrectly advised the group we were by Ellesmere! These lanes were sublime, quite scenic and thankfully dusty, not the mud-strewn condition Chirk rides often afford. 

St Martins was busy with lots of mums collecting children, we reflected that the 20mph speed limits must be “what ever the old speed limit was PLUS 20mph” such was the pace of the motorists. 

As we crossed the A483 for the second time today, I made a rare navigation error and instead of following the canal into Chirk over the viaduct, we retraced our outward route. Everyone was polite enough not to complain. 

So a pleasant 42 miles at 13.5mph with great company and a scenic route.

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S Hu 

Photo AO

1st May 2025: Whitchurch (mod)

There was a healthy turnout at Tattenhall on a fine, sunny day for cycling. The moderate group consisted of George, Trevor, Keith, Jim, Ray Bird, Mike Gilbert, Mike Dodd, Dave Matthews and me.  Our friends at Alison’s were flat out trying to fulfil our orders, but Dave Matthews had to cancel his food, because it hadn’t arrived before we were about to ride.

We set off for the Black Bear at Whitchurch by heading for Bolesworth Castle. At Brown Knoll we turned eastwards, rounding Bickerton Hill before thrumming down past Cholmondeley Castle and crossing the A49. From here it was straightforward to Wrenbury before turning southwest to Pinsley Green and beyond. Nice, scenic lanes that George couldn’t remember riding before. I was talking to Mike Dodd about Comber Mere and the abbey there showing on my map not far away to our left. Exploration of such sites was probably best following a recce, or solo with a friend, not when leading eight riders to lunch. I understand that it is a private estate with interesting walks and you can book rooms there. There is a monumental obelisk commemorating Lord Combermere, which you can catch a glimpse of from our route.

        

Ray was first to the bar: no surprise there. The staff were a bit thin on the ground, but thankfully the food was fine and didn’t take too long to arrive. Keith sat on his own to get a bit of peace. Ray had to pause because he was served first and would have finished well-first with his large mouth. The only problem was for Dave Matthews who picked prawns that seldom arrive in bulk and consequently were accompanied with less bread than other dishes. Having missed out on food earlier, Dave was a bit miffed and would be stopping to take in more calories at Malpas later. A pleasant lady offered to take our photo in front of St.Alkmund’s church before we started our return, so Mike Gilbert was able to be in the frame for once; was that a good idea? Judge for yourself! 

Manoeuvring through the Whitchurch one-way system to find the quiet and attractive way out on the road to Alkinton is seldom easy, but with an elite team of navigators and their Garmins in support we were soon sorted. Fenn’s Bank was reached by a green lush lane through Blackoe which crossed the Llangollen Canal. We avoided all but a few yards of the A525 near Painters Green by magic, and passed Iscoyd Park before reaching Malpas by way of the steep bank at Higher Wych. I had brain-fade at the start of the climb and changed to a bigger chainring, necessitating returning to the bottom of the hill and starting again. It had been great to have Jim on the ride, but he was peeling off to his daughter’s at Malpas. Dave Matthews was also leaving us and would be heading home after his intended café stop. We bypassed traffic tangled Malpas central by way of my new favourite small lane diversion that surfaces opposite the high school. The rest of the route to Tattenhall was via Ebnal, Kidnal, Tilston, Carden, Clutton and Chowley. Only George, Ray and myself climbed back into our cars at Tattenhall with thirty- six lovely cycling miles under our belts in brilliant weather. All credit to the rest of the guys for cycling many more miles to home or their outlying parked vehicles.  

DH 

 

 

1st May 2025: Whixhall Marina (mod+)

Counted 20 cyclists at Alison’s and nobody in civies, although some were there just for coffee, but all had ridden there. I saw the fast group leave and they were 6. My group was 4, which left DH with a sizeable group, although I don’t know if Trevor, Jim & DM joined him?

My route was to Whixall Marina, the long way, in order to get a few of my favourite lanes in. My select group of 3 were Steve Hu, Alan and Kev. We set off up  Tattenhall hill and across the A41 heading for Carden Park and a steady uphill start. We were quickly into a rhythm, although not as quick as Steve as he was already up to about 100 words a minute- Lol.

Now beyond the Carden Arms and out of Tilston, we turned left into a favourite little climb of mine and our second crossing of the A41, via Scar Lane, leading to No Mans Heath. However, we bypassed NMH by riding the hard shoulder of the A41, which makes for an excellent lung stretcher, as it is almost 1k long at 2% and makes for a great dash, or it does for me- Lol.

 

I got to the left turn and realised there was nobody behind me, although Kev was not that far behind. As for the Chuckle Brothers, I think they must have been discussing what to have for lunch- Lol.

After a hundred metres or so we turned right into Flag Lane, which is a little cracker and lead us to another crossing of the A41 for the 3rd time and my reasoning for riding the hard shoulder earlier, otherwise it would have been our 4th time, within 10 miles- Lol.

It wasn’t long before we were weaving our way through the lanes of Higher Wych and an area I really enjoy. After a few more up and down miles on some very quiet  lanes we passed Fenn’s Wood and the local nature reserve.

I mentioned to the boys that we were about 5 miles from lunch, just as I heard SH ask Kev if he had been to Whixall Marina before. Soon after we turned right through Welsh End, which ironically is not in Wales- Lol. The last couple of miles to the Marina are on some of the best lanes regarding their condition. 

We arrived and found the shaded area was fully occupied. However, just as we were making a plan to move furniture, while getting our orders sorted, somebody left, luckily for us, as it was 27 degrees on my Garmin.

All contented, we sit down in the shade and set about putting the world to rights- Lol. There seemed to be a general opinion that we live in a sick country, due to the many, so called illnesses and mental health issues that are effectively crippling the country.

Anyway, jacket potatoes and sandwiches finished, we headed off again, left over Dobson’s bridge, heading towards Northwood, which, appropriately is where we turned north towards Bettisfield and across the canal once more.

Kev was now noticing the lack of recent miles on his bike, due to his running exploits, I believe.  I backed off the pace a little, as we were on schedule for a 15 mph average speed, not that it mattered on such a nice day, although I was aiming at 3pm finish due to the forecast predicting a northerly wind shift, increasing to 20 kph from virtually no wind, which we were still enjoying.

It wasn’t long before we were in Hanmer where I opted to go through the centre and on toward Tallarn Green, over Wych Brook and up the short, but wicked little left hand kicker. No sooner had I got my breath back from attacking said kicker, I turned right through Threapwood, avoiding the main drag, but I chose the wrong right- Lol. Didn’t make any difference, as there are several options in Threapwood that lead to Dog Lane and the crossing of that main drag toward Chorlton.

I think it was around that point that a brief discussion happened about the best option for Kev to get back to Chester and Alan to Holt. We had 5 miles-ish to Wetreins Lane, which I mentioned would be ideal for Kev, as he could follow Alan to Farndon and then straight on up into Chester.

No sooner said than done. We arrived at the top of Wetreins Lane and say our goodbyes to Kev and Allan, once Kev stopped apologising for slowing us down, but to be fair, we still had a respectable pace of 14.7 mph, so hardly slow.

This left me with the chatter box so I made a bit of a charge to put some space between us. However, he hung on like a limpet- Lol, so I eased and we cruised on down past Manorwood cafe and through Cuddington, where shortly afterwards I said goodbye to Steve, as he turned up Dog Lane for his 4th crossing of the A41 into Tattenhall. 

Meanwhile I cycle on past Aldersey Golf Course into Handley and home via 300 mtrs of the A41, which had become central to our ride, although I had not realised when I plotted it- Lol.

 

I got home at 2:55 with 49 miles on the clock and AS of 14..9 mph.

What a cracking day, it’s not often you get stunning sunshine and virtually no wind. Mind you, 15 minutes after I  got home that forecast wind turned up and did it blow. My Geums were all over the garden -Lol.

 

Thanks gents, till next time.

 

Neil.

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