Today's start destination was Rose Farm Garden Cafe. I arrived at my usual prompt time of 10.30am on the nose, expecting to flip my bike around and tag on to any group that felt most fitting. After a moment of seeing several cycles and no emerging members, I seized the chance to catch my breath back. Just five minutes later with my lungs settled, and no sign of any members escaping the establishment, I entered the premises.
See you on the next ride
Chris Evans
I'm calling today’s ride nostalgia. the reasons will be apparent when your partners have read it to you.
This week’s turnout was nowhere as well supported as last week, but there was still enough for three groups of cyclists and a weekly coffee morning one .
Those present where HRH Dave H and D M - the coffee morning group, Steve Tan - the soloist as he was riding the long way home due to prior commitments, then there’s the young group consisting of Nick, (who’s definitely Benjamin Button) , Toby and Chris who’s definitely young . And finally the new group ,which consisted of myself and Dave Pipe - the nostalgic group, as we chose a very old destination which the club have been frequenting for millenia, The Burtphore, but now known as the Bhurty .
I need to mention noticing the cost of living crisis here . When I first frequented this dinner venue a curry. ( this was the pubs signature dish back in the day) and cordial and soda was about a tenner - 50 pence for the drink. Today’s price £2.50 for the drink and 20 pounds for the curry. I think this another pub that’s sold it’s soul to become more of a up market eating place, but that said, it’s still very good. Dave H, please don’t start a petition to have me assassinated, that pun is also a nostalgic thing as the long standing club members won’t have a bad word said about the pub .
Enough waffle about the pub. The route we took was from Rose Farm out through the sunny Cheshire set countryside via Oulton park , Wettenhall , towards Nantwich then on to Aston and our destination the Bhurty. The ride was at a nice steady pace. This was because I could lead at my pace and listen to Dave’s sat nav telling me which direction to go -another experienced cyclist adapting to modern technology. DH had offered me his paper Garmin, but we had no suitable storage containers with us so we used modern technology. And my pace was due to another modern bit of technology. Dave’s fitted his own motor to his bike and ,wow ,he should patent it as it’s a phenomenon as he can cycle at speed. If it was in my village the said riders would be young dressed in black head to foot and balaclava clad .
The food came and went as we chatted about all sorts then we started to head for the home leg where the expected weather change happened - wind, heavy rain and a temperature drop. But after only one of Dave’s legendary wardrobe changes (another bit of nostalgia to those that know him), we continued towards Rose Farm via Wrenbury ,Cholmondeley and Beeston . And now the main reason now for the name nostalgic group. Dave mentioned a nice little coffee and cake break like the days of old, so we detoured to Tilleys at Banbury. So, once caffeinated, we set off again to our homeward destinations.
I left my cycling partner of old at Utkinton to cycle to my car. Anyway, a fantastic nostalgic cycle day and the speed was average 0 to 30 and distance around 40 for Dave and 50 for me .
KB
A strong turn out this week. There is in fact a photo enclosed of almost everybody there, bar Ivan & Clive, who were off like a shot (I guess Ivan is camera shy, does he have a secret past- Lol) .My head count captured 19 in total.
Suffice it to say there was potential for several group rides and after the usual discussions, it became clear there was a need for an easy rider group, Mod group, Mod + group and a fast group. DM was in civies, clearly there to touch base with a coffee and a chat. DH was notably absent who I believe was on holiday.
Steve T lead the Mod group, I’m not sure who lead the Easy riders. Ivan lead the fast group, which included Chris, who jumped ship at the last minute from the Mod+ group, lead by yours truly. I had a route that involved a meander of the full Sandstone Ridge and again a mix of previous routes I had ridden in the past.
I set off with the Chuckle Brothers, Toby & the ‘very nice man’ aka Kev, back from his honeymoon, after 6 weeks off the bike. The other groups all went right out of Meadow Lea so I went left , just to be different - Lol. On reaching the A51 we turned left on to the cycle path and headed for the traffic lights where we turned left up towards Great Barrow, ultimately heading for Helsby and a few small hills.
There’s always road works somewhere and our encounter was early and a complete road block, on the incline up toward Great Barrow. It didn’t look good as we approached. However, and much to the ‘chatter box’s’ surprise, my request to walk our bikes through was successful. (that road is not opening for quite some time). A diversion would have meant going right back to Meadow Lea and following the other groups.
We were soon on Nortons Ln heading for Manley Common and the first of our climbs, which was also our second stop. CB1 had a saddle issue that needed adjusting. Once over the top we descend on one of my favourites, as it is a lovely quick lane through Queen Charlotte’s Wood. After a short stretch back up we turn right toward Helsby and the slightly steeper climb up around the mount. Steve Hu shouted out ”photo”, from the back, just as we got to Helsby Quarry Park, but I was more interested in cracking on, as we had already lost time on the saddle fix and road works.
Just as we
were heading out of Helsby Steve again piped up that he was enjoying the new
lanes, to which I pointed out that he had ridden them before with me, but in
the other direction, which is a lot easier-Lol.
It must have been just a couple of miles later that another bike issue occurred when Steve threw his chain ( years of cycling and he still doesn’t know how to change gear-Lol) Only a brief hiccup and we were off again only to suffer another chain off, barely a mile down the road, on another dip down. This time it was ‘the very nice man’, so unlikely to be his fault - Lol.
We finally get into a rhythm and piece a few miles together without stopping, in fact all the way to our lunch destination, after a good few miles up and down the ridgeway, with a final easy climb up to the Crows Nest through Kelsall. Lunch was quick, good quality and good value, which seems to be the key factor these days. I also learnt something new, as I have never heard the term’batch’, which I now know is that well known name for a bap/bun-Lol.
Obviously Kev’s honeymoon, touring around Spain, was the hot subject, although most of it was about his camper van, which was of particular interest to Toby, who has put 160,000 miles on his 20+ year old camper van. CB2, in parallel to the camper van conversation had a strange fascination with my new phone ( what’s wrong with a yellow cover-Lol) I think the final comment from both of the CB’s was that there’s nothing wrong with a cheap Chinese phone, which explains why I can never get hold of them - Lol.
Lunch done we were off and straight into a light climb, which I got some grief about ( from the tarts aka CB’s). We were continuing along the ridgeline of course toward Cotebrooke and my all time favourite descent of Heaths Ln, which I decided to kick start early, in Tirley’s Ln. Toby decided to give chase, remarking at the bottom, that I had clearly done that before-Lol.
Now regrouped we set about the gentle up hill, through Cotebrooke and beyond, summiting at Rose Farm cafe. A couple of miles further on we turned into Willington Rd for an easy dash to Oscroft, before crossing the A49 and heading on down toward Walk Mill cafe. As we passed the cafe I asked who needed to get back to ML, as I preferred to head home at Waverton, if they didn’t need me. Lucky for me they all knew how to get to ML, just 4 miles north. They all needed to get back to Chester and beyond for the CB’s, who needed the Greenway, so returning to ML was perfect for them.
Half a mile later, we passed Eaton golf club and shortly afterwards I said farewell to the group, noting a respectable pace on my Garmin of 14.7mph, as it was a short hilly one of 38 miles. They turned right at the fish and chip shop in Waverton. I headed straight on for the A41 and amazingly found it traffic free, so I was in Saighton in a flash, driving the pace on for a quick finish via Bruera, Platts Ln and Tattenhall beyond.
I got home
with 51 miles on the clock, although not on my Strava -Lol.
A great day
out, with no wind and a cracking group. As usual the banter was good and we all
had a good laugh. It was nice to see the ‘very nice man back’ - Lol.
Till next
time ladies,
NT
How is it that I can live the closest to Meadow Lea yet still manage to be one of the last ones to arrive? So it was again this morning and by the time I arrived the cafe was buzzing. Although I didn't get around to counting how many riders turned up it seemed to me that there was a higher turnout than there had been for a long time. I did manage to count how many mods were riding. Four including me so I didn't even need to take my second glove off.
TC
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| Riding through Tatton Park |
CA
PS
The e-bike contingent has now grown to eight : Ivan, Andy W, Jim, Ray B, John M, Matt T (trike) and myself, not forgetting our President Bryan W who had one many moons ago. So the Chester E-bike Riders (CER) is now an unofficial subset of CER!
There was a huge turnout at Meadow Lea café this week – see photo by Alan O. Only Clive and Ivan are missing, have scooted off before Alan could get everyone looking at the camera.
Because of the large number, we
split into four groups. Young Chris joined Ivan and Clive, aka the electric
briskers, Trevor lead the mods (see his report), Neil led the mod++ ride and I
got Elwyn, Fiona, John M and Keith to join me on a ride out to the The Badger pub in
Church Minshull.
We set off feeling quite cold as
we rode through the housing estate at Mickle Trafford, along Warrington Road to
Bridge Trafford, where we turned off to quieter roads passing Manley Mere.
Climbing the steep hill of Cool Hall Lane, Fiona and Elwyn powered up as Keith
and slogged up. By the time we caught up with them they were talking to a pair
of riders from one of their other clubs (they’re ‘club tarts’!). Pressing on we
were soon whizzing down Dark Ark Lane turning left at the junction with Delamere
Lane.
This led us through Hatchmere and
Norley and along Bag Lane where we crossed the A49. The through Sandiway to
cross the A556 we headed on to Winsford, going straight through and avoiding the many housing estates there. We
soon arrived at The Badger and went into to a fairly empty pub. ‘Have you
booked?’ said the landlord who then led us to the back room where there was a
table for six.
Drinks and food were ordered (eventually) and the sandwiches and wraps were very tasty, Conversation covered
many subjects, including new cars and how to buy them, Strava records and how
other people beat your records and crayfish (yes, really!)
Replete, we went to collect our bikes and Elwyn took the group photo that you see below. Thanks, Elwyn.
After wending our way through
Cholmondeston and Wettenhall, we then faced the long drag up to Eaton. Once
again, John M engaged battery assistance (‘eco level’, he insists ??). Dropping
down across the A49, we were soon heading towards Utkinton, but before reaching
Rose Farm, we turned left down Wood Lane, which must be one of the roughest
roads in Cheshire. Elwyn calls it ‘tarmac free’!
At Duddon we crossed the A51 and
rode on past Walk Mill to Waverton, where Fiona and Elwyn left us to head home, (after arguing about which way to go!). Keith, John and I forged on to Guilden
Sutton, where Keith speared off to find his car and John headed for Chester and
home.
So, I was alone when I arrived at
Meadow Lea café, having completed the 42 miles round trip. Only 1550 of climb
allowed us to average 13.5 mph. An excellent day out on a chilly, but dry and
wind-free day. Great company and lots of banter made the whole day very
satisfactory.
ST
Delamere
Station was the meet venue on another great day of mild weather. I forgot to
get a head count, but picturing the cafe in my head, as I write, I
figure there was possibly a dozen, including our leader DH, although he was in
a somewhat sombre grey suit ( He had a court date - rumour has it, he’s Banksy
and he was summoned to appear in front of Ma- Lord, after his latest bit of
street art-Lol)
The usual
Mod+ misfits were in attendance, except Shane aka ‘The Thief’, clearly ashamed
of his behaviour on our last group ride, deciding not to come, some waffle
about building a wall. Surely he could think of something better than that-
Lol.
I had a route we had ridden before to Tilly’s cafe, which was ideal for the expected WNW winds which would cut across our route, virtually all the way. I completely changed the first 10 miles, adding numerous new lanes that I suspected most wouldn’t know in order to change it up a bit. I thought Steve T was joining our group, after what appeared to be genuine interest, but alas he must have had a better offer from the Mods, perhaps they needed a leader.
So, the CB’s, Chris, Toby, Nick (I’ve got no fast boy mates) & I set off north, just a few hundred mtrs behind the Mod group. This was clearly a red rag to a bull, for some, despite me being warned to not make the pace too high (moir- Lol) Suddenly the Chatter Box flew past me in hot pursuit ( just can’t trust a Chuckle Brother). No sooner said, we pass the Mod group and find ourselves zooming past a few early ‘open water’ swimmers at Hatchmere. Shortly there after we turned right into Depmore Lane, which was the first of a short series of meanders, as I like to call them. Next was Pike Lane and Ball Lane beyond, each of them were in great condition and very quiet.
It was my plan to take as many little deviations, from the original route as possible, one or two were even new to me. We were now heading toward Weaverham, on Station Rd , with the intention of by-passing Cuddington and Sandiway, which I have never particularly liked, which Nick sympathised with me on, as we chatted our way through Crowton. I turned south, just before Weaverham and settled into a nice rhythm with Nick. Shortly after, we found ourselves shouting out to the group as they disappeared in the wrong direction. The Chatter Box had struck again, leading the rest of the group straight past the left turn that Nick and I took- unbelievable-Lol.
Back on course, with CB2 blaming me of course , as he always does. It had nothing to do with us being 200 Mtrs up the road and out of sight ( Nick & I were in a nice rhythm, I must admit -Lol). It wasn’t long before we were passing through the traffic lights adjacent to the Station Cafe at Whitegate. For once they changed just as we got there and we cracked on at a more sedate pace, just to make sure there were no stragglers- lol. Only a few miles on we pulled over for Nick to remove a jacket, which lead to CB2 asking where we were. Chris piped up with a wry smile “Oulton Park”, which had us both chuckling at CB2’s expense, as he was at the race meeting, just 5 days earlier- Lol. I understand now why he always co-leads a ride with CB1. We were literally 200 Mtrs out of sight of the track.
After a bit more banter, nature breaks and the usual cereal bars etc we get going again, with CB1 asking how far lunch was. Meanwhile Chris was still trying to figure out where Tilly’s was, bless him. I responded with “a few miles”. No sooner said, we were whipping around a strangely quiet Oulton Park, via the
virtual ring
road, crossing the A49 beyond and down into Tilstone Fearnall (the sight of
many previous group pics, although this ride didn’t capture one at all- blame
the ride leader, who ever he was- Lol)
Tilly’s was quiet, which meant we could grab the prime window seats. Several of us decided to try their new option of Hash browns instead of bread, where applicable, which made a pleasant change. I can’t, for the life of me, remember any of the lunch conversation. Perhaps it was so good that nobody said anything, however, how likely is that with the Chatter Box at the table-Lol. Suffice it to say the food was very good, if a touch expensive [getting that way everywhere to be fair]. I’ll have to lead a ride to the Hospice at Backford, as it’s well cheap in comparison, but that’s what you get if the staff are all volunteers.
Anyway,
lunch over we set off again and immediately lose the group, Toby and I get to
the junction of Long Lane and the rest are nowhere to be seen. I suggested to
Toby that they’re likely still gassing away at the cafe, unaware we had set
off.
Eventually regrouped we head off toward Peckforton and Beeston beyond. We turn right down to the ‘Shady’ pub on the canal. I cruise up the other side, doing a head count as we regrouped at the junction. I was heading left with Chris and Toby because, and rather fortunate, I didn’t need to escort the CB’s up through Tarporley and Eaton because Nick had parked at Delamere, which meant he was on chaperone duty, in order to make sure the CB’s didn’t get lost. The Chatterbox, in particular, loves to regale about the time I supposedly dropped him off on the wrong road to Delamere, but alas his mind is fading and his recollection of those events are more than suspect, bless him; I mean, would I make such a mistake- “of course not”, I hear you say.
So we head
off in opposite directions, which for us three meant a full headwind to Huxley,
although not too bad, but enough for me to seek out the back wheel of
Chris-Lol.
We passed
the Huxley Inn and at the next junction I say goodbye to them as they turned
right up the canal road to Waverton and Chester beyond. I got home with 50
miles on the clock and a sedate average speed of 14.6mph, a big difference to last
weeks Mod+ record.
Yet again, a
very enjoyable meander, with some great company, who behaved surprisingly well
this week - Lol.
Till next
time ladies,
Neil, aka The Wind Whisperer.
There was a good attendance of members of mixed abilities when I arrived at the Delamere station cafe; despite the cool westerly breeze. Dave Heath was looking rather smart in his civvies as was Dave Matthews. There were plenty of Mods+ and Briskers together with Mods (The Slow Group to some). Keith enquired as to where I was thinking of going and I advised I had a route to the ‘Swan with Two Nicks’ via Knutsford and Tatton Park, returning via the Trans Pennine Trail to Runcorn. Quickly I was to be joined by the remaining Runcorn contingent of Steve Tan, Roy with his resplendent Claud Butler Tandem and friend Carmen his ‘Stoker’.
We departed at
10:30 and were soon overtaken by a rabble of faster cyclists pertaining to be
Briskers, which we caught up shortly at Hatchmere. We then navigated our way to
Knutsford following part of the Cheshire Cycleway/Bob Clift 100. This included Acton
Bridge, Little Leigh, Comberbach and Great Budworth. At Bate Heath a black
vehicle overtook us and turned left nearly taking out Roy, Carmen and myself.
It was not on camera but a few expletives were said plus I gave the driver a
‘Churchillian Wave’.
At Tatton Park
we were advised it was the ‘Rutting Season’ but alas only sheep were observed. The
deer must have been hibernating. It was cold and we were glad the wind was in
our favour. Through Rostherne and after passing under the M56 we were overtaken
by a police car which initially Steve and I thought was on the motorway.
Arriving at our hostelry it wasn’t busy and with their efficient service we had a table to ourselves. The food was lovely but the price of their Soda drinks was excessive (Inflation for you). Discussion at lunchtime covered Wigg Island, Cycle to work Scheme and rust proofing treasured motor vehicles.
On our return, we quickly picked up the Trail. Quite a good surface to Lymm, it was damp so minimal dust. Through Lymm parts had been physically tarmacked. At Statham we joined the public roads that took us under the M6 Thelwall Viaduct, Thelwall and down to the locks on the Manchester Ship Canal, an engineering masterpiece. We picked up the Trail again to take us through Warrington past Walton Lock then over to Arpley Meadows and the River Mersey. Like all Trails, it wouldn’t be one without a close encounter with a sewage works and duly we passed Warrington’s. Onto the towpath of the derelict St Helens Canal with a cold wind against to take us to Runcorn. We were able to observe the ‘Net Zero’ Fiddlers Ferry coal fired power station waiting for its cooling towers to be demolished. But oh, it was cold and thanks Keith for providing me some shelter. After crossing the Mersey into Runcorn on a nice cycleway we made our separate ways. Carmen & Roy went to Keith’s for ‘High Tea’ while Steve and myself made or way to Heath/Tan country. There Steve made his way to home and I continued onto Chester. Overall, a lovely day with friends, where those from Runcorn will have covered about 53 miles, what I would call the ‘Runcorn Circular’.
MG
Starting at Walk Mill, George, Keith, Trevor, and I set out to travel to Bromborough and back for lunch. (I tried to recruit Alan O, but he declined, saying it was “the dark side.”)
We headed towards Tarvin and Dunham-on-the-Hill. Because my cycle route app was failing, we relied on TC to help us find Hobs Lane near Thornton-le-Moors. A good pace was then made towards Ellesmere Port.
Again, with my app problems, Keith directed us via Capenhurst. The pace was good, with a tailwind helping us as we travelled towards Ledsham. TC suggested we stop at the Railway Café in Willaston for lunch.
Having never been there before (and nor had GW), we were pleasantly surprised by the menu and how good the food was. I learnt that the railway line was originally built to transport coal from Neston before, and in 1886, becoming a commuter line to West Kirby on the Wirral.
During the ride, Keith mentioned he was looking for an upmarket 3D cycle seat—possibly £500—which he thought would be a good investment. Like Keith, I suffer from poor cycle seating, so it may be worth considering one day.
Eventually, TC and Keith turned off for home, while GW and I returned to Walk Mill. The last five miles seemed long, but we managed to keep the pace going (just about for me, though no problem for George). At the end of the ride, it was calculated that we had covered 43 miles, which was a good result considering the problems we had at the start. Thanks again to TC and Keith
See route map and/or gpx file download
RB
NB : Route map is not exactly that as reported above
In a reversal of recent weeks, the mods outnumbered the mod+ riders significantly today. Due I’m sure to the excitement preceding a Big Ray ride around the southern parts of the Wirral. Thus Alan, Clive and I set off using a 53 mile route that Alan had acquired from the CER archives. No sooner had the words “I wonder if Chris is out” left Alan's lips then Chris appeared on cue. So now we had a quartet.
So out of the cafè and right towards Burton and the 50p shop. It was clear that ride leader Alan had a cunning plan to ensure he was not asked to lead rides in the future. One technique was to give notice of a left or right turn as we passed it. As Alan was adopting a rear gunner approach eg manage from the rear, this led to Clive sailing past key turns.
With my memory fresh from Chris’s attacks on the climb from the Shady to Beeston Castle, I preempted his attack and emptied myself on the climb. Other than my red face and lung bursting breaths, I was surprised to see Chris calmly following me up. Youth eh!
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| Three riders looking at two black swans on a pond |
The lovely lanes to Bunbury and Wrenbury were occasionally spoilt by Formula 1 tractor drivers or navigating the detritus of mud from said Formula 1 vehicles. By Wrenbury, Alan was muttering words such as “it's a lot further than I thought” and “where is it?” when referring to the lunch venue.
However contrary to Alan’s belief, the Cafe at the Marina had not in fact moved and it welcomed us in. Those of you who had ridden with Chris will know he adopts a DIY method at lunchtime. But not today, Chris "seven bellies" despatched a Coffee/egg sandwich/ Egg &Bacon on toast , Oh, and did I mention the large portion of cake! Clearly the lad was hungry.
A wind assisted route back past Hack Green led to ride leaders ultimate abdication. "I can’t find the route on my computer" came the cry! Fortunately Clive knew a route through Nantwich and Bunbury to get us back. Gleefully free of the burden of leadership, Alan was happy to swoop around the group and attack on the climbs.
Just after Tilstone Fearnall bank, Clive consulted the group and asked did we want the “flat” route skirting Tarporley, or the hilly route to Utkinton road. Despite three of use voting for flat, Clive took a leadership decision and we ascended towards Utkinton road on Winterford Lane in Eaton.
At last by Rose Farm, our route back to Waverton was flat and debris free. Clive and Chris turned right for Chester where Chris clocked a respectable 71 miles, similar to Clive. Alan and I nudged 56, so a good ride at a decent pace in excellent company.
See route map and/or gpx file download
SHu
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| On the way to the Two Doves cafe |
Public Warning : Excessive "Lols" are interspersed within this report!
I counted 16 riders in total at Alison's, which included a new tandem team and a new vet in the form of Toby. I was expecting just a few in my group and ended up with 9 of us. The likes of Clive (complete with a brand new electric Specialized and very nice too) and Ray deciding not to form a fast group, preferring to join mine, along with our new man Toby. After a brief discussion he reckoned he could manage a 14+ mph pace, which was doing himself an injustice, as we discovered later on. The rest of the group were Chris (I’m not late-today!-Lol) and his friend Ronny, Shane ‘the thief’( more on that later-Lol) And of course the Chuckle Brothers(CB’s).
I attempted to herd my group together, but of course the hold up was the Chatterbox again (Chuckle Brother number 2, also known as Steve H, for the newcomers today). The rest of us were mounted and waiting but alas, not the CB’s. It took some classic Sergeant Major shouting from me to even get CB1’s attention. My final shout across the car park -Lol, was “Steve shut up, we’re off”, which did the trick.
My destination was the Milking Parlour at Poole, as a new cafe for some, although I did say if the sun stays out then the group may prefer the Aqueduct Marina, as we would be passing it. Anyway we set off right out of Alison’s and settle into a steady pace up through Huxley and on to Brassey Green for my usual descent over the canal bridge and up to Beeston Castle, only this time we didn’t lose Chris-Lol.
It was not long before we were heading through Bunbury and I was shouting at Ronny “left”, after he had shot past me down the hill and on past the chip shop. The rest of us all turn left and on up toward the church and down to Alpraham, as we were avoiding a couple of more usual lanes, for me at least, due to them being a bit of a mess on my recce ride. This meant we had a half mile stretch on the Nantwich Road in order to pick up the start of a lovely series of lanes out toward Church Minshull.
Calveley was the first, which also introduced us to the light headwind, but with most of the group having a go on the front, it didn’t affect us, which also included Toby, on several occasions. At one point I had to really step on it to keep up (14+ mph, my foot- undersold himself by about 2 mph- Lol)
I enjoyed several spells on somebodies wheel, especially the chatterbox, because of the stunning silence of the open lanes, due to the fact that for the first time that any of us could remember, the chatterbox had not said a word for probably a whole minute or two -Lol. He was setting such a lively pace that I think he was out of breath -Lol.
It was around Calveley Green Lane that the queries started coming in about our lunch destination, not the chatterbox for once, but his other half, CB1. Anyway, somebody asked for a stop to take off a jacket, which made me remark that I was surprised we hadn’t stopped already for CB2 to take another cereal bar. However, as I said it, he pulled up along side me with one hanging out of his mouth-Lol. I think it was around this point that I noticed our new man Toby folding a map from his handlebar bag! In that moment, I got this instant image in my head of our illustrious leader (DH) throwing a fist pump and shouting “yes! That’s my boy)- Lol -Lol.
We were now passing the Badger Pub in Church Minshull, which saw Ronny doing another dash up the road, followed by one of many track stands we saw that day, but as it was on a long-ish hill, there was a slow response to lay chase, from some of us-Lol. As we came up on the Aquaduct Marina, the sun had gone in and a fair few clouds were now present so I shouted out “the Milking Parlour it is then”, although Ronny and somebody I forget had already gone passed, so it was an easy choice- Lol.
A really nice 3 miles of good lanes, past Aston juxta Mondrum saw us turn right for the last half mile to the cafe, on Wettenhall Road which unfortunately is the worst bit of lane on the whole route, but the prospect of lunch dulled the bumps somewhat. As usual, the Milking Parlour looked different on arrival. They are always making changes. This time it was a green double decker bus, that appears to be some form of arty/crafting bus, with a little al-fresco cafe area beside it, just in front of the cycle repair shop.
We got our orders in and settle into a few separate tables and I got stuck with the Chuckle Brothers. However, Chris joining us made for a somewhat hilarious lunch break, despite the delay in my food, after Shane had stolen my lunch. He apparently said Yes to my eggs on toast, because his order was cocked up - can you believe the nerve of the guy- Lol,Lol. I think we both ordered poached eggs, but they didn’t tell us they couldn’t do them, so they did scrambled eggs on mine, but let the thief divert them to his table, I think - sounds feasible to me -Lol.
Lunch conversation covered all sorts on our table from the chatterbox’s recent high cholesterol test to the CB’s Welsh lessons. I suggested that the high cholesterol was probably to do with all those cereal bars he consumes during the rides- Lol. This sparked Chris into a moment of clarity and a light bulb moment, when he realised why the chatterbox, in particular, was learning Welsh; quote, “it’s because he is running out of English words to say”-Lol,Lol,Lol. Even the CB’s chuckled! at that one, just as they were also struggling to get a translation on the app they were using. I then suggested the app couldn’t keep up with the chatterbox and that its response was; for Christ sake give me a break, which had me and Chris splitting our sides again. Got to love the CB’s - Lol.
Having finally got my lunch, which I threw down, we got going, only to be held up by Chris, who was chatting up the young lady in the small shop next to the cafe, oblivious to us all being suited and booted- Lol.(mind you, she did say she would talk to anybody -Lol) We finally got going with the general opinion being the Milking Parlour was expensive and can’t cope with a large group. Now heading toward Nantwich, we enjoyed a lovely smooth couple of miles of resurfaced road, all bar the last half mile. We swing around the outskirts via Millfields and Pear Tree Meadows before heading out into the country again on Marsh lane.
We took a series of lanes, namely; Tally-ho, Springe, Ikey and Whitehaven Lanes, before we could get on the Wrexham Road up to Bunbury again. We didn’t take the conventional route hence, a short stretch of the Wrexham road, in order to take Long Lane up to Haughton, passing Chestnut Meats factory on the way. Long Lane is in much better condition these days, as opposed to the conventional Brindley Lea Lane , which is now in a very poor state.
Just as we rounded the bend, heading for Bunbury, somebody remarked that we forgot to get a team pic, so I suggested Peckforton castle entrance and therefore road past the Yew Tree pub by-passing Bunbury, so as to pick up Peckforton lane. Team pic done we set off again for Beeston Castle and up past another cafe, as I knew that the lower road was flooded or at least still very wet and mucky from my ride 2 days before.
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| At Peckforton Castle gates |
It was at this point that The Mugger pulled up along side me, who I hadn’t seen all ride (apart from at lunch-Lol) so I thought he was about to pounce, but I was ready. However, to my surprise he confessed to struggling with pace all day. I then remarked that the AS was good at 15.7 mph however, I reckoned we could crack 16, if we pushed on for the last 4 miles to Alison’s. With that Ronny and Chris took off around the down hill bend and I chased after them.
I never saw them again, as I kept going to end of Bird Lane, expecting somebody to pass me at some point, but never did. However, I think that had more to do with Ray, Clive, Ronny, Chris and Toby all turning right to the Ice Cream Farm -Lol. I didn’t know they were going to do that, which meant I was left waiting for the CB’s and Shane.
We headed into Tattenhall, with my legs beginning to fade. The brand new tarmac through the high street made them feel a little better, or was it downhill- Lol. Just before I left the last 3 in the group turning up the hill to Rocky Lane, CB2 asked what our AS was, to which I remarked we had set a record for a Mod+ group, as I had 16mph on my Garmin and we have never done that before. We said our goodbyes and I set off down Frog Lane for home.The CB’s were heading for Holt (where they had parked and Shane of course lives on route at Stretton).
What a great day with some punchy riding at times, with great company, lovely weather and some hilarious conversation. Although the lunch venue is pleasant enough, I don’t think we’ll use it again or at least not with ‘the thief’-Lol, Lol.
Till next time ladies.
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NT ( aka The ‘wind whisperer’)
