26th June 2025: Whittington

 Maggies was my venue, for a Mod+ group, despite the published Chirk. 

This group ride was not planned by me, as my original ride was my usual solo alternative, when I can’t get to a venue like Chirk, due to no car. However, it turns out virtually 90% of the club couldn’t make it to Chirk either, which is how I ended up gaining 6 ‘Kling-ons’ and I don’t mean the type you see in Star Trek- Lol.

 

Regrettably, Chris underestimated the headwind and didn’t make it in time, despite me giving him an extra 5 minutes because I am a lovely man- Lol. Steve Hu was champing at the bit to get going, but I ignored his cry of “sod him, it’s 10:30, let’s go”- Lol.

 

So we were 5 in the end- Clive, Elwyn, Fiona, Steve Hu and yours truly.

 

I did not intend to submit a blog, but the general consensus in the group was that we should, as there would otherwise be nothing documented against the scheduled event. Plus, they weren’t writing it of course- Lol. So I will keep this  brief, for a change-Lol.

 

Suffice it to say, we completed 45 miles at a very easy pace to ‘The Kitchen’ at Whittington Castle, which reopened only last week, under new management, after a refurb.

 

The only significant ride happening, apart from the glorious lanes and fellowship - Lol,  was that we lost Elwyn, due to a puncture, not that Fiona noticed or cared- Lol. It was a mile and half before I noticed they were missing, that’s Steve Hu as well, who gallantly stayed with Elwyn and proved to him that you don’t need tyre levers, if you do it right- Lol.

Once Fiona had said “sod them” we got going again -Lol. I left her and Clive, 7 miles later, at the top of Wetreins Lane and headed home. They were hoping to meet Steve & Elwyn at Holt.

 

I got home with 57 miles on the clock at a casual 14.3 kph, after a warm one, with only one extremely brief smattering of drizzle. A cracking day out, to be fair, although a stiff south westerly was blowing, but the route was well suited to it. There was the usual banter, that I simply can’t repeat- Lol. And more than the usual chit chat. I mean, Fiona and Steve, together! I reckon they produce more watts off the tongue than they do at the pedal - Lol, Lol

It was a lovely route to the castle, even though I say so myself, although the return leg left something to be desired, due to a few rough lanes- I winged the return- Lol. I will sort a better return for next time- Lol.

 

Anyway, enjoyed it immensely- till next time folks

Neil

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17th April 2025: Loppington (mod+?)

 I had planned to follow a route down to The Dickin Arms at Loppington, last done with Alan and Steve Hu just over a year ago. At 47 miles it would extend me as I gradually recover some degree of cycling fitness after a long lay-off. Arriving at Maggies, the place was jam packed with CER members (Neil said he counted 21!), but as you will see from this and other reports, not all would be riding today.

Originally, my group was to be me, Alan, Steve Hu and Shane, but Steve arrived on his motorbike as he’d arranged emergency dental work to deal with a root canal problem. Shane was dog sitting and had to be back sharpish, but as I wasn’t sure how soon we’d be back as I couldn’t guarantee riding at a full ‘mod+’ rate, he chose to go with the mod+ group that Neil was leading to Wrenbury.

So, Alan and I set off in bright sunshinethrough Farndon and Tilston, where we caught sight of the briskers disappearing around a corner. We were riding into quite a strong south westerly wind and, as Alan pointed out, steadily uphill, which slowed our progress somewhat. Continuing through Threapwood and Fenn’s Bank we climbed gradually past Whixhall, arriving in Loppington about two hours after leaving Holt.

As usual the fare on offer was good with both of us choosing the lamb tagine which was delicious, although a little expensive – something we’ve noted in recent times. The food came quickly and we were ready for the return journey with 45 minutes of our arrival. We paused to take a photo of the wisteria which was in full bloom outside the pub before re-mounting our steeds.

The return route was via some lovely quiet lanes through English Frankton, Lyneal and Welshampton. There was so little traffic that it came as quite a surprise when two large 4x4s came around a corner. I think they were as surprised as we were to come across other road users.  As we arrived in Penley, my Wahoo computer was showing the chequered flag, indicating that we’d reached the end of the journey! It looks like the full route had not been downloaded, but fortunately Alan had also downloaded the full route onto his computer, so we were able to use that to continue.

We were soon through Worthenbury and Shocklach, arriving back in Holt to find Dave H, Keith and Andy B in Maggies, where we joined them, having covered 47 miles at an average speed of 13 mph – somewhat below a ‘mod+’ pace, but, for me, a step towards improved fitness. Thanks to Alan for his company and patience with my slow pace.

ST

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3rd April 2025: Holt (mod)

 Another sunny day in prospect and another low turnout. Slightly better this week though with 10 members turning up for coffee. It was nice to see Ivan out again but understandably he was only out for the coffee and intended to cycle straight home. That left four for the brisk ride and five for the moderate, the latter being Andy B, Keith, Mike D, Steve T and me. I had come prepared with a couple of rides which would take us up into the Welsh hills but Steve was still trying to get his legs working following a winter when he wasn't able to get out much. I therefore offered to lead a ride which would take us down onto fairly level terrain with the aim of having lunch at Maggie's in Holt. I didn't have a route prepared but we would be on roads that I was very familiar with.

We set off down the Wrexham Road before turning for the climb up to Bilberry Wood and the footbridge across the A55. Then we followed Lower Mountain Road turning right towards Shordley. I would normally turn down towards Burton Green just after Shordley but we would be returning that way later in the day so we continued on the high road to Croes Howell. We crossed the main road here to pass the quarries then turned left to drop down to and then over the A483. Immediately we turned left into Marford Wood which was resplendent in the sunshine with its carpet of Wood Anemones and Celandine.

We were heading up towards Hoseley Bank now where I had intended to turn towards Holt and our lunch stop. However when we arrived there it wasn't yet noon and we hadn't covered nearly enough miles to justify lunch so a loop was required. A trip around Clays Golf Centre was the answer so we carried on down Borras Hall Lane, round the golf centre and narrowly avoided Wrexham Industrial Estate before heading towards Holt via Francis Lane. Still too early and still too few miles so I added a second loop down to Ridleywood. Satisfied now that we had earned our lunch (Actually I was hearing a few grumbles from behind me and didn't want to get lynched) I led my followers into Holt and to Maggie's.

It was warm and sunny and for the first time this year we were able to sit outside for our lunch. The service was incredibly fast. I was the fourth to place my order and I had hardly sat down before the first of our meals was arriving. I made the mistake of ordering a cold meal and ended up being served last (but still quickly). I'll know better next time.

After lunch we cycled up towards Rossett, making good time with the wind behind us. We made similarly good progress as we turned up to Burton Green and then on to Kinnerton. There it came to an abrupt end as we turned into the wind, making slower progress as we rode on to Bretton. Andy bade us farewell soon after but as we turned into Saltney Ferry Road we came across Chris, returning home after his trip out with the brisk group.

I wasn't intending to return to Hawarden myself having done the climb up there that morning. As it turned out Keith and Mike had also ridden out so we left Steve to complete the ride on his own. He would have returned to Hawarden via Rake Lane having ridden 36 miles.

TC

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27th February 2025: Mickle Trafford (mod+)

Maggies was the venue of choice today and more than 2 months since I joined everybody- Oops!  (weather and injuries preventing my attendance). I counted 17 of us when assembling outside for departure, having taken over the cafe, which was fortunately empty, when I arrived. I had an unusual route prepared for anybody interested. Firstly because it was pan flat and secondly because of some new trails, that I figured most of the club members have never been on. So, as is traditional with me, we head into the wind, in order to ensure a nice cross tail wind for the second half of the ride back to base.

 

My group of four were Fiona, Elwyn, Steve ( I’m not really a chatter box Hughes- Lol) and our new member (to me at least) Chris (who can turn a mean pedal, when he wants). We set off for Holt bridge, heading for Chester. We settled into a steady pace, once I stopped chasing after the fast boys, who passed us, just before Churton. I suddenly realised I was in danger of dropping my group- Lol.

 

It wasn’t long before we were crossing the A55 and heading into Huntington, however, my little surprise was to turn right, at Spice.com ( Indian take away, with a difference- you can get a curry with Quorn in it) on to the cycle path of Caldy nature park. This would avail us of a different way through Chester without riding any of the major A roads. This delivered us into Churton Road and ultimately the canal bank. This was when we discovered that Fiona happened to live in said road, in a former life ( who knew, it’s a small world - Lol). A few hundred mtrs on the canal path saw us turning right to cross the canal of course and head up through the suburb of Hoole in order to pick up the Greenway at Newtown.

 

The Greenway allowed us to head westerly and cheat the headwind ( I had a plan- Lol).

We came off the Greenway at Blacon, where upon we discover this is where Chris lives, literally a couple of hundred mtrs away ( that’s a few hundred yards, for the older readers / DH, think his maps are still Imperial - Lol). 

 

After a short consultation with my Garmin, which was directing us straight on into a hedgerow, I decide to zig zag right and follow the main drag through Blacon on towards Saughall. This was the tough bit of our journey, due to the full on headwind, but thankfully Chris stepped up and relieved me at the front, thus pulling us nicely to our next right turn through the housing estate of Saughall, which is a much quieter traffic route, cutting across the corner toward Parkgate Road, which we chink left and right on and finally get onto the more enjoyable half of the route and more importantly, with the wind.

 

We were now destined to weave our way around some lovely lanes, via Backford and Rake Lane, skirting Cheshire Oaks by hopping on the one foot wide pathway for 100 mtrs, dropping us into Little Stanney Lane. No sooner in the lane and beginning to wind up the pace, along side Chris, I realise I can’t hear the usual dulcet tones of Steve Hu, which as I pointed out to Chris, is a sure sign that we were dropping the group - Lol.

 

We sit up and wait for a regroup before passing the landfill site on our left that is, dare I say it, starting to look good under it’s basic landscaping. We were now only a few miles or so from our lunch destination of Meadow Lea cafe when Chris prompted a short sprint, as we dip down and up past the Bunbury Arms, just before the tiny hamlet of Picton. He must have read my mind, because I always hit the pedals through that little stretch.

We regroup again and reassure Elwyn that we only had 2 miles to the cafe, as he can’t go more than twenty miles without eating- Lol.  For once it wasn’t Steve Hu, asking “ how far to lunch”- Lol.

We arrive at the cafe and it was packed, which to be honest, has been the case on my last few visits.

This meant that the group split to a table inside and a table out. Steve and Chris opted for outside as apparently they're hard men.

I don’t know why Meadow Lea is suddenly so popular, but Fiona did notice a lot of mothers and push chairs. Anyway, service was still good, so Fiona and I were soon tucking into beans on toast, while Elwyn ate the rest of the menu- Lol.

After a quick discussion about who was going back to Holt or not, I mentioned to Chris that he had the option of the Greenway for a direct short route, virtually to his door, as I knew he had a night shift to go to- ouch! However, he chose to stay with the group.

 

We set off south for Waverton and the crossing of the A51, which is where I discovered a slow puncture. I decided to gas up the tyre and crack on( fingers crossed). However it wasn’t long before Fiona was dropping back and, after regrouping, decided to continue at their pace.

Clearly my worries about my tyre possibly deflating had me subconsciously pushing the pace on.

I also then decided to take a different route to the plan of Saighton, Aldford and Holt, by taking the canal road to Tattenhall and home. Steve and Chris decided to crack on with me, as it seems both wanted more miles out of their days efforts.

We managed to, at times, really crack on a fare pace all the way to Tattenhall, where I said Farewell to them both, having put them on the lane past what used to be Old Ma’s cafe, in order for them to get to Platt’s Lane and Bruera. After that was anybody’s guess- Lol.

After a flying goodbye, I dropped my head for a last dash of 3 miles home, but the direct headwind in Frog Lane hit me hard, despite not being that strong (my legs were clearly done) 

I got home after 45 miles and an AS of 14.9 mph ( Frog Lane robbed me- Lol.) And my front tyre was still perfect- what!

 

Anyway, a very enjoyable day was had. I’m only sorry I had to push on the pace because of my slow puncture, which split the group. However, that probably meant Fiona and Elwyn got another cafe stop- Lol. I’ m glad I wasn’t doing the extra miles Steve & Chris were doing, let alone the night shift, as my fitness is sadly a long way off.

 

Cheers everybody, til next time,

The Wind Whisperer - Lol Lol.

 

P.S.

A few hours later my tyre did go down, I found a very small pin hole in my tube, which needed a bucket of water to find. 

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27th February 2025 : Aston (mod)

There was a decent turnout at Maggie’s, and it was nice to catch up with some that I hadn’t chatted with for a while. Inevitably, unless you are riding with a particular group on the day, catching up is limited over morning coffee. Steve Hughes kindly came over to ask me about my recent eye treatment, and it turns out that he is something of an amateur ophthalmologist. Seriously, Steve is obviously, and helpfully, well-informed, due to his experience with an elderly family member. Nevertheless, I won’t be asking him to inject my eyeball to save me attending future Thursday clinics. For what it’s worth, my visual acuity is 6/6 in both eyes, and my treatment is successful.

I had a route to The Bhurty at Aston that was “oven ready” as Boris would say, i.e. wasn’t fully thought- through and may not turn out well. Trevor, George, Keith, Dave Matthews, Andy Barber and John Mills were prepared to risk it. It was great to have John on board, and for various reasons, Dave, George and Andy have hardly ridden with us at all for weeks. It was heartening to have their company once more. The route out was via Tilston, Duckington and Bickerton. The lovely little lane up the side of the Larkton and Bickerton hills escarpment was a bit of an ask for Dave who must keep an eye on his heart rate, but he was fine. We then turned south-east past Cholmondeley Castle before crossing the A49. I took a mileage check with Keith and Andy, but their answers differed and both underestimated the actual mileage we had covered. Nevertheless, I thought we could do with a longer loop on little, quiet lanes before lunch, so it was that we cruised around Marbury before reaching Aston via Pinsley Green. We were fortunate that workmen allowed us through a flooded section after passing a “Road Closed” sign at The Swan. Keith recalled a cold day having lunch outside The Swan in Covid times, and how that was, very sadly, the last time we spent with Erik Borg.

Lunch was a “cut above” at the refurbished Bhurtpore, and the staff were lovely. We cycled back the way we had come for a couple of miles, before heading for Wrenbury. At the lift bridge over the Llangollen Canal, Dave and Trevor chose a more easterly track home, as the rest of us went west to Gauntons Bank and then turned up to Bickley and Heatherson Green. I had to apologise for my micro navigating in this area and up to Tilston, as we stitched together a mostly narrow laned course via |Hampton Post and Edge Hall. The hard bit was climbing up from Egerton Hall to pass Michael Owen’s Manor House spread. George said that it had been a while since he had ridden this stretch, and the fact that it is an unrelented uphill slog is probably the reason we don’t often choose it. John Mills was extolling the merits of electric bikes to me; I knew that he had hired one in Tuscany and enjoyed his holiday despite his adverse health diagnosis at the time. John was on his own snazzy electric bike today, which enabled him to ride despite his treatment the day before. John’s treatment has been effective, but obviously his strength and speed have been reduced. Fortunately, I remember from a Ribble Valley special ride that John could still appreciate a slow, scenic ride even when his natural pace was much higher, and he has told me that he enjoyed today’s ride as well, which is very gratifying. For myself, I think I have got the electric bike recommendation loud and clear from a few of you over the past eighteen months, but I need to factor in if and when my right hip joint is replaced. 

The last leg of our ride was from entering Tilston at Lowcross Hill to returning to Maggie’s by way of Wetreins, Crewe-by-Farndon and Farndon itself, where I thought we could see if Lewis’ was still open, or continue to Maggies. As it turned out, Andy was already ahead in Holt, so we just had a last coffee and cake there. For the record, Maggie’s is open until 9p.m. and Lewis’s only to 4p.m. We assumed that John had headed home, but I learnt later that he would have joined us if he had known. The assumption was no doubt partly due to my belief that any rider from the Fast Lads stable didn’t like to waste time eating and drinking on a Thursday. We must eradicate these last-minute misunderstandings, as it’s all grist to the mill for that sad satirist and would-be ophthalmologist from Hawarden.

DH 

12th December 2024: Christmas Lunch Ride To Gresford (mod)

 I've lost count of how many years we've been going to the Pant-yr-Ochain at Gresford for our annual Christmas Lunch but once again Dave H booked it. And once again he asked me to lead the moderates ride. With only a few of our starting venues near enough to reach Gresford in time it should have been easy to plan a ride there. Simply look at a previous year's ride and follow that. But oh no! Dave likes to throw a spanner in the works one and this year's spanner came in the form of a change to the timing. So although we were starting from Maggie's for the second time in a row the meal was now booked for half an hour later. Back to the drawing board, then, to find a route with about 5 more miles.

 It would be easy to have a moan about Dave's erratic planning but I won't. Truth is I soon came up with 2 alternatives which would fit the bill and besides he was recovering from a stressful day the day before the ride. Storm Darragh had roared in the weekend before leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Amongst other things power lines feeding the pub had been brought down and the electricity supply hadn't been restored until Tuesday evening. As a result ,much of the food bought in to feed us had gone off and had had to be thrown away. Dave got to know about it on Wednesday morning and a stressful day followed. After much toing and froing of emails it was decided that we would continue with the ride but we didn't know what we would end up eating.

 Those of us who were riding assembled at Maggie's in Holt and after the usual coffees and teas we split into 2 groups. No mod+ ride this week so I led a larger than usual group of 12 riders on a tour of the Cheshire countryside. We crossed the River Dee into Farndon then followed a clockwise route which took us to Churton, Coddington and Barton before returning to Farndon via Wetreins Lane. A circuit which should have provided us with lovely views but which unfortunately did not due to a mist which had descended during the night and which refused to clear all day.

 After passing Maggie's we headed towards Gresford taking a loop via Hoseley on the way. This caused a break-up of the group as some of the faster riders had opened up a gap between themselves and the rest of us. In doing so they missed a turning and although we shouted for them to come back they were too far away to hear. We had no alternative but to carry on without them but I was relieved to see them turn up at the Pant-yr Ochain not long after we did.

The staff at the pub had pulled out all the stops to replace all the food that had been ruined and with the exception of one of the main courses we were all able to to enjoy what we had pre-ordered. An amazing 28 members sat down to a sumptuous meal, the largest turnout ever for a Christmas lunch. I didn't know that we had that many. There can't have been many missing. Steve T got up offer Dave a well-deserved vote of thanks for all the hard work (and stress) that went in to organising this year's Christmas lunch.

I led an even smaller group back to Holt after lunch. Just 3 of us with 2 more not far behind having done 22 miles. Not many but then its more about the lunch and getting as many of us as possible together than the ride itself.

It only remains for me to wish all our blog readers a Happy Christmas and all the best for 2025.

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28th November 2024: Holt (mod)

 Reminiscent of last week’s ride, those of us who gathered at Ness Gardens were a mix of members who had sensibly decided to only turn out for a social coffee and those who for whatever reason hoped that the ice would melt and the temperature would rise as the day progressed.  I had cycled over from Wales with Alan and the conditions “under wheel” were not too treacherous - even the wooden walkway on the marches was passible with care. 

Five of us were riding today.  Alan was offering a ride around the Wirral to be accompanied by Steve T and Chris.  I suggested to Ray that we might enjoy ourselves on an amble around to Maggie’s at Holt.  Ray readily agreed and bidding our fellow riders a safe day we set off in the sunshine. 

Re-crossing the marches the ice on the boardwalk having already turned to water, a hopeful sign, we made our way through the industrial estate musing on the future of the Toyota engine plant and the troubles of the car industry worldwide as governments try to get the reluctant consumer to switch to EVs.  Cycling along the river Ray noted that the “pesky wind” is always against you whatever the weather forecast may say.  Crossing the river on the footbridge we cycled along the edge of Saltney and using the cycle path alongside the busy Chester Road we dropped on to Bretton Lane.  A new area for Ray we made steady progress via Lesters Lane, Kinnerton Road and Pulford Lane into Pulford itself.  The roads were largely traffic free and drying out nicely in the welcome winter sunshine.  Cutting through the back of Lavister on Gamford Lane we picked up the B5102 into Holt.  Maggie’s was a welcome sight after this long exposed stretch of road into a freshening wind.

Ray noticed that they were offering a winter special of soup and a panini.  This would do us nicely.  As usual the lunchtime conversation ranged far and wide including the usual quota of “things were different in our day”.  From the mysterious threat of social media in all its forms to ice on the inside of the windows when we were kids.  It was eventually time to embark on the return leg.  Crossing the Dee into Farndon we headed north to Churton and turned right on to Pump Lane something of a favourite of mine despite the rough road surface in places.  Crossing the A41 we bowled along through Tattenhall and Hargrave into Waverton.  Here for the first time we started to pick up more traffic a product of the “school run”.  Another 21^st century innovation as big SUVs stacked up behind us.

Crossing the A51 courtesy of a kindly motorist who slowed and flagged us across we picked up the Greenway.  In the gathering gloom we ambled on Ray only telling me occasionally the he was “knackered” while I attempted to convince him to sign up for the Vets 100 next year.  My powers of persuasion were somewhat lacking so still a work in progress. 

We parted company at the Wales end of the Greenway.  We had surprisingly clocked up just over 50 miles at a unsurprising stately pace of 9.1mph.  A good days riding and a real welcome bonus at this time of the year.

 

GW          

3rd October 2024: Aston (mod)

The truly moderate group at Holt consisted of Mike Dodd, George, Ray, Keith, Andy Barber and myself. Andy had a broken gear cable, so reluctantly had to return to Mold. I had an idea for a route, but was wary of being too ambitious as Keith was recovering from a recent knee replacement, and I hadn’t cycled since abandoning the Anglesey ride at lunch. The health problems some of us are negotiating remind me of my two old, hot Renaults: they are still quite feisty, but sometimes yellow flashing lights appear on the dash and can be difficult to diagnose and eradicate. I decided to give the Churton to Barton loop a miss: we could always extend the route in the afternoon if desired.

Our route took us to Tilston, Duckington and Bickerton Hill. Goldford Lane across the Coach Road from Duckington is a special, lush climb with lovely properties studded in the escarpment and fabulous views. It was a treat just to be living the moment in this environment in such relaxed company on a fine day.  Bryan Wade would identify cycling like this as the essence of Chester Easy Riders. We were soon heading down past Cholmondeley Castle without losing Mike Dodd this week. After crossing the A49 we took a novel diversion along the quiet little lanes down to Gauntons Bank before riding alongside the Llangollen Canal to the lift bridge at Wrenbury. We were even able to give advice to a white van man on how to circumnavigate the roadworks on Station Road. The driver was very cheerful but had made the mistake of asking Ray in the first place. Ray had told him that he didn’t know what day it was, never mind where we were or how to get to anywhere else. We cycled the back way to Aston, turning left at Pinsley Green.

The renovated Bhurty at Aston was quite busy, so the food was a little slow in coming, but it was excellent and the friendliness of the staff appreciated. Conversation was wide-ranging including quotes from ancient philosophers about leadership and Rory Stewart’s recent book and podcast. Most of the informed conversation emanated from George and Mike as usual.

We set off on our return at about 2p.m. Ray needed to get back handily, and Mike was riding to Chester, so there was no appetite for an expansive afternoon route. We headed for No Man’s Heath by way of the pleasant route through Pinsley Green, Marbury, Swanick Green and Bickley Town. We by-passed Malpas and hit the Roman road at Kidnall in order to reach Tilston. We ignored the Lost Barn with some regret having spent an indulgent last coffee and cake in the sun at the back recently. At Crewe -by -Farndon we attempted the back route to the by-pass in order to rediscover it and avoid the usual boring speed bumped slog to the top of Farndon. Keith managed to fall into the brambled bank alongside the footpath with his foot stuck in the pedal on the leg on which he had his replacement knee.  Fortunately, he appeared to be unscathed. All that leadership discussion in the pub earlier had obviously not led me to cotton on about the risk of tackling a steep path to someone recovering from knee surgery. You can see the point of risk assessments when leading a group activity after all. To compensate, Keith was allowed to have the best cake left at Maggie’s, as those of us not in a hurry enjoyed a last coffee.  About thirty-six miles covered, and no flashing yellow lights on our virtual dashboards, although Keith may have had a temporary red.

DH

3rd October 2024: Plassey (mod+)

 Maggies was today’s meet venue and a popular one it was too. I lost count at 17 heads, as everybody kept moving- Lol.

I had a route to Staples cafe at Plassey, which appealed to Roy, Allan ( ‘the mugger’, more about that later) and Fiona / Elwyn, back from their  hols.

This meant we were the smallest group for a change, assuming there was just a fast group and easy rider group. Surprisingly, my ride to Maggies was, initially, a chilly 3!Degrees on my Garmin, but got to 6 on arrival. However, our departure from Maggies was a much warmer 8 degrees- Lol.

I have to admit to being a tad anxious, as our last departure from Maggies saw us reverse direction twice within 200 mtrs- Lol. Suffice it to say, I took some stick on that day. So, I was determined to make sure my Garmin did not throw another wobbly. 

I have since noticed that if you plot a route for a remote location, but select yes to plot a route to said location, it sometimes causes Garmin to flip out when you stop and restart after the cafe.

My remedy this time was to keep the screen active and Bob’s your uncle, we had no trouble- Lol

Garmin, now compliant, we were off, but not so quickly over the Dee bridge, due to even longer traffic lights than the norm ( more road works)

The promised light southerly winds were just that, as we progressed south along the Shocklach road. 

The flooded patches I had seen a few days before had drained sufficiently to provide a dry line and a clear run through to Threapwood.

 

Once over Wych brook we had a lovely little climb up to the top of Mulsford lane, where you find some of the best views across to the Welsh hills, with Overton below us, out of site,  in the distance is Ruabon at 90 degrees to our left and Wrexham at 20 degrees-ish to our front left.

Now well into a gentle descent, for approximately a mile+ on a lovely bit of lane, I couldn’t help notice the clouds starting to build, which made me wonder If my ambitions of an outside lunch venue was a bit ambitious- Lol.

No sooner up, we were down and rapidly approaching the crossroads of Whitchurch Road, with  Overton beyond. We bypass Overton via a very nice smooth lane that lead us to a very fast descent to yet another crossing of the River Dee at the Cross Foxes pub, where we turn left to Erbistock.

 

After another brief regroup we head up slightly toward the fabulous Boat Inn, but we turn right before the descent to the pub for our only bit of serious climbing for the day. 

A couple of short climbs that deliver us to the top of this small ridge, setting us up for a few nice easy miles down into Plassey, except for the nasty little climb up the driveway to the cafe - Lol. 

Staples cafe is within the caravan park, next to the pub, for those who have not been there. It’s a quaint cosy cafe, that always has some fantastic cakes.

I was for staying outside, but a certain individual who had foolishly removed his outer jacket, several miles back, immediately shouted “ inside!”- Lol. Not one for dropping names, but he did have a moustache that was straight out of the 2nd world war- Lol Lol.

So, now inside and orders made, the usual catch up conversations ensued. I think it was Wing Cmdr Biggles (Roy to those in the know- Lol)  who recalled visiting the caravan park many times as a lad with his family, to which Allan then piped up with similar memories.

Meanwhile I was catching up with F&E about their recent cruise of the Med and few lovely stop offs, which inevitable got us on to the subject of restaurants and some choices for a future trip we were planning. 

After a brief chat about whether F& E would stay with the group or not, I suggested they decide on the fly and got us all going again, after a good lunch with potato and leek soup being the popular choice for Roy and I.

Roy’s shout for “inside” was the right option, as it was well cosy in there.

We were soon down the road and turning left on Overton road, which lead us up to our right turn to Bedwell and Cross Lanes beyond. As usual the traffic lights stopped us. However, this allowed time for a quick conversation about our left turn towards Pentre and the quiet lanes beyond. F& E therefore decided to go straight on and take the easy, fast shortcut to Holt, as Fiona was feeling the pace, after 3 weeks of cruising the Med- Lol.

 

Now only 3 us, we found ourselves tapping out a steady rhythm, with Roy leading the way and meandering around Wrexham industrial estate, which you would never know was there on these little lanes and high hedgerows. 

After a few miles we are passing Clays golf club and I shout out that we take the pathway to the right, at the dual carriageway. This allows us to cross the carriageway at the round about and turn back on ourselves, up past Francis lane and on to the now infamous spot where the Flying Bombaliny (Steve T) once took a little tumble, which I still argue was not my fault- Lol.

We were heading for a loop through Marford, in order to get our mileage up to 40 and give us a couple of little of extra inclines- Lol. 

It didn’t take us long to tick off this 4 mile loop, which brought us back to Borras and the fast downhill towards Holt, our pace was still good, but I for one was beginning to feel the legs.

So it was a complete surprise, at the junction of Rossett road, to get ‘mugged’ by Allan, from behind, where he had been for the whole ride, I might add.

It took us a moment or two to collect ourselves at the sight of this Cavendish/ Elwyn like blur getting smaller, as he pulled away. 

However, once Roy realised I was on his wheel, he took off after ‘the mugger’, with a turn of speed that smacked of determination- Lol.

He was not going to let the upstart get to Maggies without us. However, my legs were almost cooked and I still had another 10 miles to get home, so I sat up, but not before we caught him ( job done- Lol) leaving Roy to claim the spoils at Maggies.

I rolled in and before I could put ‘the mugger’ in his place, Roy was already doing the honours- Lol, Lol. Alan’s response was “that’s what the pro’s do, when near the finish”. “We’re not pro’s & you don’t ‘mug’ the ride leader, having sat on the back for the whole ride”- it’s not cricket or is that cycling- Lol, Lol. 

 

Roy and Alan then decided on another coffee, but I didn’t fancy cafe legs again, so I continued on home, after thanking the boys for an enjoyable ride, even the chase - Lol 

 

The ride route was 40 miles with about 500 mtrs of assent.

I got home, after an easy wind down and a total of 59 miles.

Thanks to the group for a great day out, including ‘ the mugger’, bless him- Lol, Lol, Lol.

I assume F&E got home without event.

 

Cheers all, till next time- Lol.

Neil.

15th August 2024: Malpas (mod)

Dave Matthews had arrived at Holt sans money and his bank card. Dave agreed to service my bike for life if I bought him a coffee and a bun. A good deal! It was good to see Roy making it, which is always harder when you are in full-time employment. Kevin had returned from France and is now a welcome addition to our club members’ list. As for the moderate ride, it was just Atomic Andy and me. Once again, the afternoon weather forecast was wet and windy, so the proposed distance was modest.

We set off for Tilston via Wetreins with Dave Matthews joining us on the first leg of our journey. Riding west to Duckington, we then climbed up the delightful little lane on the side of the Larkton and Bickerton Hill escarpment, with terrific views across the Cheshire Plain. At Cholmondeley Castle we headed for Egerton Hall, taking a chance by ignoring the “Road Closed” sign. The further we headed down, the further we may have had to trace our steps, but fortunately, no road works were taking place. As we climbed to Hampton Post we passed Michael Owen’s lavish horse training facilities at Manor House Stables. We entered Malpas via Hampton Heath, but found that the snug Little Deli was closed for holidays, so tried the Old Fire Station. There were other friendly cyclists sitting outside, but a table was found inside this popular venue. The service and food were spot-on. We discussed the obvious downsides of ambitious economic growth being seen by recent UK governments as the key to a better life; tell that to the Green Party, or to those living in a state of poverty that belies the concept of a trickle-down economy. These one-to-one Thursday discussions are threatening to parody the Guardian’s Saturday “Dining across the divide” feature. 

Our return was by the easy and quiet route to Shocklach via Cuddington Heath. It is obvious that Andy knows these lanes very well; maybe he could be persuaded to lead a ride in the future? When we approached Maggie’s at Holt it appeared that the Mod plus group had not yet returned, so Andy showed  me the way down to The Castle. I had long fancied locating the site but was pleasantly surprised by the substantial remains and being able to read about its impressive history.  A long siege during the Civil War heralded the decline of the castle and many of its stones were later removed by Thomas Grosvenor to build the original Eaton Hall near Chester. Our plan to stay dry had worked, but the Mod Plus group eventually arrived at Maggies looking wet and sweaty and without Elwyn and Fiona, but that’s another story, as told below.  Hopefully, Andy had a dry ride back to Mold. It was a very pleasant and interesting thirty miles or so, but soon we should plan for a longer effort, ideally when the forecast is fine.

DH 

15th August 2024: Whixall Marina (mod+) AKA Mechanical Mayhem

As I braved the fierce headwind from Rossett to Holt I took solace from the fact that Neil T had a ride planned for us. Known for his interesting and quiet lane selection I was looking forward to grand day out. Imagine my surprise to find Neil sat in Maggies looking like a child on Christmas day that had expected lots of toys and instead had received a lump of coal from Santa. Neil clearly doesn’t look at his handlebars when he rides, as it appeared he had left his computer, replete with said ride at home “charging up” 

Fortunately Nick, Steve T and myself had options, hopefully avoiding the worst of the aforementioned headwind. A decision made we set off for Whixall Marina. The group consisted of Fiona and Elwyn, new member Kevin, Roy Alan Steve T, Steve H, Neil (anyone seen my computer T) and Nick. We had barely travelled 500m when Kevin declared he had a rear wheel puncture. 

The crack team of mechanics had his tyre removed & replaced in 15 minutes. This brief interruption to our ride enabled us to witness the majesty of the the mod group, who cycled past completely non plussed by our poor start. It was a surprise for Nick to be back at his start point within an hour of setting off as we cruised through Tilston. 

The plan was headwind out whilst we had fresh legs and tailwind home. Neil, Nick, Roy and Steve T took it in turns to lead from the front whilst others sheltered in their wake. Skirting Malpas passing Newton Hall we made good time until Steve T’s chain became jammed in his bottom bracket. On re starting he now found he could not select the large ring on the front using the shifter. The only solution being to force it in and leave Steve to grind away in the headwind and climbs. 

As we neared Welsh end an echelon had formed and we were all fairly strung out, the cafe seemed an interminable distance away, as you get road signs for Whixhall a good five miles from the Cafe. 

Once esconced and everybody’s orders taken, we proceeded to enjoy the varied fare of the Marina cafe that never fails to impress. Roy & Alan kindly assisted Steve in repairing his front derailleur. Only for Roy to find as he mounted his steed that he had a front wheel puncture. 

Paparazzi Oates was quick to capture the moment when four people attempted to complete a task one person could do on their own. Roy's space age inner tubes elicited a series of coo’s from the weight weeneys and I feel some internet purchases with shortly be made. Neil T did provide a gas inflator which had Roy up and running quickly. 

Photos by Alan O

As we left the marina and rejoined the main road back we were appalled to be faced with a further three miles or so of relentless headwind. This coupled with “cafe legs” made the first part of the return more challenging, and did I mention it had started to rain….heavily! 

As we rounded Northwood the rain eased and the long awaited tail wind materialised. The long legs past Horseman’s Green towards Threapwood seemed to disappear as our wind assisted wheels hummed along. At Shocklach Nick and Neil T left us to strike out for Tilston and Tannertown. At this point Steve T commented that Fiona and Elwyn had dropped back. A quick sortie discovered a nasty cut in a new tyre on Elwyn's bike, the third puncture of the day. 

As I was availing myself of a lift with Alan I had to bade them farewell and make the six mile dash back to Maggies. A hot cup of coffee courtesy of Steve T was most welcome. 

So an eventful ride, as always with CER the craic was excellent. 

See route map and/or gpx file download  

PS. Update, on arrival at the Cafe, Dave H tried to contact F& E to offer assistance. With no reply not one but two vehicles, Roy and Dave H independently went back to the stricken riders. Elwyn was spared a long walk and enjoyed a ride home in Roy's car. Well done guys, a great example of the CER mantra , “no one gets left behind”

Steve Hu 

27th June 2024: Burwardsley (mod+)

Maggies was the venue for today's meeting and at least a dozen turned up. It soon became apparent that nobody had a route bar me, as there was no SHa or DH today, due to holiday packing or something like that for the latter. However, it sounds like we may get SHa back this summer. This meant the minority of easy riders were left looking at each other for a while. However, I did see George with an OS map in hand (obviously been to the school of DH cycling leadership- Lol).  Elec Ray arrived, somewhat late, perhaps he saved the day- Lol.

Unusually, the majority of the meet were Mod+ enthusiasts. However, there were a few fast boys, also without a leader it seemed. Anyway, what I thought was likely to be a lone ride for me,  became a group of 8 - what!- Lol. I guess I shouldn’t have mentioned that my route was specifically aimed at negating the very strong SW winds, which inevitably meant small hills. This led to everybody jumping on my train-  Lol. So that’s how my group of 8 formed, although I would quickly realise there was a maveric undertone within the peloton - more about that later- Lol, Lol.

Once upon a time in a land, not so far away,  there were 8: Steve H, Steve T, Allan, Ray (non Elec) Shane, Clive and Nick. We headed north up to Aldford with a lovely tailwind start, but as usual with me, I throw in a few little back lanes so we can all admire the scenery and sites in some cases. After slipping around the back of Churton, we then head onto the back of Aldford for our first unusual site, which was the Gnome garden, belonging to a house that also has some of the finest gable end decoration I have ever seen. In fact most of the village have similar decoration, as most of you probably know, although this particular house  seems to have more detail. Most of you are probably well aware that Aldford village is the jewel in the crown of the Duke of Westminster's village estates and hence, the immaculate up keep of these houses. (Never seen the likes in any other village, not to this standard- see photo)

We head out of Aldford, over the Dee bridge, turning right to Bruera and Platt’s Lane beyond. This allows us to get across the A41 via the pavement and keep the tailwind of course, which continues as we turn left toward Tattenhall, although we are by-passing the village via Old Ma’s (alas no more, but the sign is still up)

It was not long before we were passing the ice cream farm, which prompted me to deliberate on a route change, as I realise the tailwind is slightly more westerly than originally thought. Thus we turn left toward Beeston, which not only provides more tailwind, but eventually sets us up for a right turn on to Peckforton Lane, after swinging around the back of Beeston. Our right turn, at the stunning white and red cottage on the corner, is where I consider is the start of the southern end of the Sandstone ridge and the start of a gradual uphill tap- Lol. 

The ridge line doesn’t really end until after Carden Park, somewhere near Tilston in fact, as that’s where one reaches the flat land again. However, the ridge line was now providing surprisingly good cover from the now diagonal headwind, that we were barely experiencing. What we were now experiencing was the steady uphill tap, which led Clive to remark about the burn in his legs, as we bear round another corner and up toward the Bickerton Poacher. 

As I was saying to Nick, later on at lunch, unfortunately the short stretch of the Nantwich / Wrexham road is the only way to traverse the local area of Bulkley (not without at least a 7 mile diversion via Bunbury that is). No sooner are we passing  Copper Mine lane, we head up again on a nasty little drag, which is where the ‘Maverick 5’ decide to show their cards and form their own group, by not turning left to Bickerton with the rest of us, which was now just 3 loyal group members intent on finishing the full ride- Lol.

Clearly the previous few miles of gentle uphill riding had got to the legs of our maverick 5, to the degree that they felt they couldn’t endure the real climbing to come and decided on a short cut over Harthill. Although to be fair, I don’t think we can blame Shane for his part in the desertion. As the newest member of the club, he was probably just following the group. No doubt he was informed, by their ring leader,  that this was how CER ride. I can imagine the conversation; “don’t fret Shane, we often split into groups if the cycling gets a bit tough and take the short cut to our lunch destination. This has the added advantage of us getting our orders in first”- Lol, Lol, Lol.

So!  The loyal remainder of Clive, Allan and yours truly turn left down to Bickerton and then up over my favourite hilly lane (Goldford Lane), which Allan agreed was now his favourite lane as well, once down the other side. We now turn right for another upward haul on Old Coach Road toward Brown Knowl. After a very quick short descent we turn right into a lovely little farm lane that gets us back on course for what I call the easy way around Harthill (still up - Lol and called Bolsworth Hill road)

Not far from our lunch destination, I again deliberate on a left or right turn, deciding on the hillier way to the Poffee cafe. This would be our last climb and the steepest, with an extra kicker in the tail, off Harthill (Ridding Bank). No sooner done and we’re  cruising down toward the Poffee, only a half mile away.

Surprise, surprise, we find the Maveric 5 comfortably seated, waiting on their deserts, well maybe not quite their deserts - Lol, Lol. We greet the rest of the group, who were all providing a different excuse for not completing the ride, but we knew the truth- Lol. Somebody tried to make out that they had missed the turn because they were ahead of the ride leader, who I might say, was feeling the hill in question, after being on the front for the whole ride. Not that it bothered the loyal few, as we still experienced the FULL glory of the FULL route- Lol, Lol.

Lunch, not surprisingly had plenty of conversation and banter, too much for me to remember, although there was one enlightening moment when Steve H demonstrated a new sign language that had us all bewildered as he shook his middle finger in the air (somewhat like the posh folk with a cup of tea). He was apparently trying to order a fish finger sandwich. I’m not sure who was more confused, us or the waitress- Lol.

Photos by Neil T

Mind you, that was not the most enlightening moment of our lunch. I dared to comment on SH’s attempt at sign language, being a northern dialect, when I got a defensive barrage (stronger than the England Euro team) from,  no less than, the maverick 5 - Lol. Who knew ST was such a staunch defender of the North, after suggesting that I should have my lights punched out - Lol.

Lunch over and still with a straight nose, we set off for a relatively short final leg back to Holt, although only a few were going all the way back. We head down in to Tattenhall, via a little unknown lane to most, eventually turning left up the small hill to cross the A41 via Holywell lane and up to Carden Park, which provides excellent cover against the headwind. At the back entrance to CP (Stretton Mill lane) I depart the remainder, as we had already lost Clive & Ray in Tattenhall.

Steve H (aka- maverick 5 leader- Lol, Allan and Nick, I think) head down Stretton lane and I head through the golf course and home via Coddington and Aldersey.

I got home with 74k on the clock and 575 mtrs of assent. Hopefully the rest all made it home safely.

A lovely day out with some great company and even better  banter. The route worked out really well for the wind conditions and one to save. Worth doing a second time, for the maverick 5 of course, so they can enjoy the FULL majesty of the route- Lol, Lol, Lol,Lol.

See route map and/or gpx file download

Till next time, Neil (alias - Lady Whistledown- for those in the know🤪🤣)

27th June 2024: Malpas (mod)

A goodly number of members congregated in the sunshine outside Maggie’s enjoying their refreshments served by the friendly and efficient staff.

With his usual thoroughness Neil had a comprehensive route for the Mods+ meticulously planned to avoid, as far as humanly possible, cycling into the prevailing WNW wind forecast for the day.  In contrast, I had no plan.  In our usual courteous and civilised manner we sub-divided into our groupings and we were off.

Andy had kindly offered to keep me company and just as we were leaving electric Ray appeared.  He had gone to Alison’s in the mistaken belief that it was today’s starting point.  I did overhear some dark mutterings of duff information provided by Trevor but I couldn’t possibly comment!

I had grabbed an OS map on my way out of the house as Dave H had thoughtfully let me know that he wouldn’t be riding today.  A cursory glance at the map and I vaguely suggested a loop south and then east stopping for lunch when we were hungry.  Crossing the river we headed south.  Through Shocklach and Worthenbury to Bangor on Dee and thence to Overton.  Turning east and then north, with Andy helpfully leading the way, we cycle through Tallarn Green and Threapwood as he safely navigated us to Malpas.  Here we decided to have lunch at the little café Dave H and I rediscovered a few months ago.  Lunch topics ranged from a detailed description of Ray’s recent dental work, not for the faint hearted, to the UK housing market.

Suitably replenished I showed my fellow travellers a possible return route.  All agreed.  This was immediately scuppered as I took the wrong road out of Malpas.  Andy made several attempts to politely point out the error of my ways but I ploughed on regardless.  I thought I knew the road.  I was on the road I had in mind, it was just not the right road.  I eventually had to admit defeat and again take the OS map out of my back pocket.  The loop to the east now became a loop to the north.  We visited Bickerton, climbed Hart Hill and bumbled (as Brian Mac used to say) into Tattenhall.  Turning south and crossing the A41 we turned right at Chowley, through Coddington to Churton to pick up the B5130 back to Holt. 

40 miles covered at an average speed on 11.6 mph.  A good ride.  I must thank Andy and Ray for their patience and unfailing good humour on this mystery tour.  The modern day Easy Rider is nothing if not flexible and adaptable.         

GW

9th May 2024: Ellesmere (mod)

Because I don’t wish to receive a contribution to petrol costs when driving to a start venue with Steve on Thursdays, he buys the coffees. But, where had he disappeared to? I wasn’t sure which  type of coffee he preferred. I guessed that he would have liked a cup of Camp Coffee, the one with a kilted Gordon Highlander on the label. It would, perhaps, have reminded him of his Yorkshire tyke childhood, but Maggie’s didn’t stock it, so I chose an Americano for him in his absence. It was probably cold when he turned up with Steve Hughes. Evidently, as highly tuned athletes they had require a twenty-minute warm up ride before the main event! I know, I ask you! You would think that they had been approaching Stage 8 of the Giro d’Italia.  

The non-athletic group consisted of Dave Pipe, Large Ray, George, Mike Dodd and myself. It was good to have George back who had been doing a helluva lot of walking recently including from Bologna to Florence. It was a beautiful warm day, so I rang The Boathouse at Ellesmere to reserve a table for lunch beside the edge of The Mere. I regretted that Dave didn’t cross the start line at Rose Farm last week but this time it took one mile before he became detached, with Mike keeping him company. I rode back near Crewe-by-Farndon fearing an accident or a mechanical, but it turned out that I had just taken off with a hint of briskness and they didn’t know where we had headed to. No harm done. Our route out was via Farndon, Tilston, Chorlton and Lower Wyche, crossing the A525 at Eglwys Cross. In the distant past we have used sticks to clear our mudguards of thick mud here, but this welcome hot and dry weather meant that the notoriously messy lanes to follow shouldn’t have been a problem. Well! The lanes were quiet, and I tried a route past Llyn Bedydd just to explore, but soil and potholes meant that I won’t be using it again. From Bettisfield we cut across to Hampton Bank on the Llangollen Canal, but before long realised that George, Ray and myself were on our own. We sorted things out on our mobiles, but unfortunately Mike and Dave missed the more attractive route via Lyneal, Colemere, and Spunhill, although we arrived nearly together at The Boathouse. It was so sunny, that we changed our table to one in the shade on the veranda. The service was friendly and efficient, the food was very good, and the setting idyllic. Dave didn’t fancy German beers, and his favoured Shropshire brew, ‘Black Frog’ or something, was only available in a bottle, and at a 2024 price (Dave still thinks in 1960’s prices when he was a young man). Nevertheless, after all the bad weather we have tolerated this winter, it was all exceptionally enjoyable in this company.  It was very tempting to just stay there drinking to slumber in the warmth with the gentle lapping of water nearby.  

Photo by DH

On unlocking our bikes we met about six male and female riders from the Wirral. I’m not sure if they were couples, a friendship group or swingers, but they were very pleasant and intending to stay overnight in Shrewsbury.  

The route back was direct, heading up left from just past the cemetery, crossing the course of the old railway before heading for Penley. At Penley we could just see the charred hulk of the Dymock Arms, set on fire in 2010. Part of the pub dates to around 1550, and the building has been Grade 2 listed since 1962.  Worthenbury was the next target, and then up to Shocklack and Farndon. Inexplicably, we managed to lose Dave and Mike again, but again having our mobiles on sorted things out, as the route was now obvious and familiar. I met Steve Tan at the car park in Holt, as Big Ray’s appearance had heralded our arrival.  Steve had been waiting some time, so I turned down Mike’s invitation to join him and Dave at Maggie’s for a late coffee. My leading had obviously been as unaware as Notts Forest’s defence, for which I apologise. I suspect that the situation was compounded by Dave deliberately not using his electric motor in order to strengthen his legs. Anyway, the inquest will probably be settled over coffee next week, but I think that we all had an enjoyable ride in great weather. I guess that we covered about forty-three miles.

DH