The five of us set off
down Newton Lane and followed the usual route via Beeston Castle and
Bunbury. At the far side of Bunbury, Trevor’s route had followed
Long Lane through Haughton and Radmore Green, but we took the earlier
turning south via Capper’s Lane and Brindley. In any event, both
routes converged at Ravensmoor and we made our way to Audlem via
Sound, Brown’s Bank and Copthorne, arriving in Audlem at about
11:55.
The choice of lunch venue was either The Lord Combermere,
where we ate last time, or the Old Priest House Café, where we
haven’t been for some time. I suggested the latter and when we
walked in there was absolutely no-one else there. Bingo! we’ve
struck lucky, I thought. Then the nice lady asked if we were with the
party who’d booked for lunch, which, of course, we weren’t. Oh
dear!
But not to worry; “
I’ll put you in the front room”, she says. “Would you like
beans on toast?” This was more of an instruction than an offer, so
we all said ‘yes’ and also agreed to wholemeal toast. We did,
however, get the choice between tea or coffee, so it wasn’t all
bad. Lunch soon arrived, as did the party of cyclists in the big room
who seemed to be celebrating someone’s birthday.
Wrenbury Canal Bridge - KP Photo |
Beans
on toast don’t take long to eat, so we were back on the road by
12:45, this time following Trevor’s route more faithfully. We left
Audlem, initially on the A525, but quickly turning off for Swanbach
and Wilkesley before turning north towards Aston. We passed the
Bhurtpore Inn (and the moderates eating their curries) at 13:10.
From there, it was up through Wrenbury and a stop at Wrenbury Mill
for the team photo – except nobody had told Nick, who flew ahead up
the road towards Chorley Bank. After what seemed like light years,
Nick came back for the photo and our onward journey via Gaunton Bank,
Norbury and Cholmondeley Castle.
At Clay Lane, Nick peeled off for
Tilston and home and the rest of us enjoyed the run down the A534 to
Bulkeley, Peckforton and Beeston, from whence we retraced our steps
to the ICF. Ken took his leave at the end of Newton Lane, which left
Andy B, Paul and myself to avail ourselves of refreshments there.
46 miles at an average
of 15 mph on a day when the blustery wind seemed to be in your face,
whichever direction you were travelling. An additional insult was the
state of the roads; although we never strayed from tarmacadam, I have
rarely seen bikes more muddy that those which were parked outside the
ICF at the end of the ride.
ST
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