The forecast was miserable, not bad, just miserable: overcast and grey with a fair chance of rain. That did not deter a reasonable attendance at the Ice Cream Farm: Clive, Ken, Dave H, George, Bryan, Andy B, myself, Jim and Trevor. The last two were only out for coffee, but as we were setting off, were replaced by Dave & Liz P on the tandem. Unfortunately they were late and not quite ready, so we left without them, agreeing to meet at our destination: The White Horse at Overton.
So the seven of us set off to pass through Clutton and on to Tilston, where shortly after Bryan left us. We then headed SW towards Tilston, passing a pair of horse riders… then another horse… then another pair of riders… and the another pair of riders. What had drawn them all out today on these particular lanes?
Welcome assistance from Clive led us through Threapwood and Holly Bush to arrive at our destination. We settled down to enjoy the good Joules’ ales and food, though later I wished I’d ordered a larger portion of fish and chips as energy flagged during the afternoon. And what did we discuss over lunch? Kitchen appliances believe it or not! The Pipes joined us eventually, but by then we were finishing off our food, and reluctantly left them to make their own return.
Our route back was again aided by Clive along some pleasant lanes towards Worthenbury. George and I noticed two adjoining recently derelict houses complete with rotting cars – what story lay behind those we wondered. From there it was on through Shocklach, Tilston and Coddington, passing two incredibly ancient oaks, before crossing the A41 and back into Tattenhall.
We were all surprised that the weather had stayed benign: no rain, relatively warm and even some glimpses of weak winter sun. Overall 40 miles were covered. We said our farewells and wished Merry Christmas to those we wouldn’t see again for a couple of weeks.