19th June 2025: Malpas (mod)

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

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

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

DH

6th February 2025 : Malpas (mod)

Would there be any moderate riders at Walk Mill, or would I be destined for a lone ride, like Keith a couple of weeks ago? Overnight ice, warmth seeking holidays and medical appointments are amongst the reasons for missing CER winter rides. As it was, there was a reasonable club turnout on a brilliantly sunny but cold morning. Trevor and Mike Gilbert were to be my knowledgeable riding companions, so there was little chance of taking wrong turns. 

Lunch was to be at the Little Deli in Malpas, and the morning route was intended to miss any hills with possible ski runs created by the sub-zero overnight temperatures. We made our way to Hargrave, but Trevor suggested an excursion before passing through Tattenhall. So it was that we navigated the quiet little lane from Owler Hall to Honeyend Farm before cutting across to a familiar route at the north gates of Bolesworth Castle estate on the road from Tattenhall to Harthill. There was some flooding near Woodlake Farm, but nowhere near as deep as the previous week. We were also grateful for the absence of water on the stretch from Tattenhall to the A41 , which has been closed a number of times this winter. 

No - it's this way

We reached Tilston via Carden Park and headed south for Cuddington Green. Mike nearly came a cropper in some ice slush near Chorlton Hall, but managed to eventually unblock his mudguards and continue. I think we were skating on sheet ice turning left at Chorlton Lane, but we got away with it and kept firmly on the sun-kissed side as we headed up the lane for Chorlton Lodge. We had completed a reasonable nineteen miles before ensconcing ourselves in the warmth of our friendly Malpas lunch destination. 

During our chat about various health challenges being encountered by our club colleagues at the moment, it became apparent that between the three of us only Trevor would pass an M.O.T. without any advisories; mind you he is the youngest! The lady serving us was the one who had run a fair way up the road after us last time waving my car keys in her hand. This incident had given everyone a laugh at my expense and saved me a load of hassle on the day. Trevor and Mike went for the Big Breakfast, whilst I attempted to make a healthier choice accompanied with coleslaw and greenery guaranteed to give me more gas than a barrage balloon for the rest of the day.

Our return was planned to be by way of Hampton Heath, Gallantry Bank, Peckforton, Tiverton and Burton. Unfortunately, as we climbed up the road approaching Bickerton Hill on our left, there was a loud bang from my rear wheel. I was able to wrap the broken spoke around an adjacent one and disconnected the rear brake to avoid fouling the now distorted rim. When we moved to a safe spot across the road the chain had to freed and replaced on the bottom jockey wheel. It’s most likely that the chain was dislodged after the spoke broke, but I’m dropping it off at Leon’s at Barrow tomorrow to fix the wheel and check the transmission. 

I can’t complain as Dave Matthews offered to replace my original wheels after I broke through the rear rim on that day, many months ago, when I returned from Bangor-on-Dee in a furniture restorer’s van. I was looking to buy new, but Dave had a lightly used pair in his garage that had been there sometime, and kindly fitted them for me, all for about ten bob. I believe that they had been on Andy Whitmore’s wife’s bike. They have covered many trouble-free miles since, although ideally the back wheel spoke count should be higher for my weight. In the circumstances we decided it was best to carefully take the shortest route back. 

The Harthill climb would be a test for the damaged wheel, and the descent with only one brake demanded concentration. The weather remained sunny, and thankfully the remainder of the ride from Tattenhall was very pleasant and the rear wheel held up. At the last T- junction after Greenlooms, I appreciated Trevor and Mike’s offer to follow me back to Walk Mill, but I was able to politely decline, and they headed for Waverton. The amended return route had resulted in just thirty-five miles covered, but it had been a lovely day in relaxed company. 

Thanks to Mike for the photo which captures the essence of being on one of our Thursday rides in quiet, scenic Cheshire countryside on a fine day.

See route map and/or gpx file download

DH

24th October 2024: Malpas (mod)

 Neil and I arrived at Walk Mill with a common lunch destination and similar routes in mind: The Carden Arms at Tilston by way of Beeston. The club had a strong turnout, so I decided to lead a different ride to Malpas for the moderate group, so avoiding the likelihood of overcrowding for lunch if we all descended on The Carden Arms.

The moderate group consisted of George, Keith, Ray Baird, Dave Pipe and me. We headed out to Burton and continued to Brassey Green before heading down to The Shady and up again to Beeston Castle. Ray coped well on his new light bike sans electrical assistance. Unfortunately, my revised route included further climbs past Bolesworth Castle and Broxton Old Hall. It has to be said that despite some groaning Big Ray showed admiral determination in conquering the climbs. Mind you, I’m not sure if his slimline Halford’s special is guaranteed to withstand his King Kong stature. After a fast plunge to Ashtons Cross, we entered Malpas by way of Hampton Heath. The Little Deli had plenty of space for us. Food portions were notably generous, and the staff were friendly as usual.

The weather was fine, and the route back promised to be scenic, flattish and reasonably brisk. What could go wrong? Well, for a start I left my car keys at the Café, and only a member of staff from the café running after us and shouting avoided a nightmare scenario for me when we returned to Walk Mill. Then Dave Pipe’s new larger tyres began to cause a problem with a mudguard attaching bolt under his fork crown. Our return was via Cuddington Heath, Shocklach, Farndon and Waverton. We were really in the groove flying up to Farndon, but Dave was still having trouble and sent a message via Ray to carry on without him. I tried ringing Dave to confirm that he didn’t require assistance but had no reply. Keith was bothered in case our fast flog had left Dave not feeling too well. The compromise was for George and Ray to carry on and I followed Keith turning back to find Dave. I then made another phone call, managing to make contact with Dave, and was reassured, but Keith was now well down the road. I turned back to head for Waverton, but then had a rear tyre thorn puncture without a pump and with tyre levers made from Lifebuoy soap.  I was in the entrance of a side road hoping that Keith and Dave would eventually appear, they did, but the jokers initially sped past pretending they had not seen me. Anyway, with an aching stiff hip I was very grateful for their help, with my Schwalbe Marathons being a very tight fit. Keith’s gas canister was quickly effective, but any notion of an early return was now out of the window. When we eventually reached Walk Mill, George, Ray and Steve Tan were anxiously waiting for our arrival, as attempts at phone communication had been difficult. Despite the afternoon’s problems it had been another enjoyable Thursday in relaxing company and decent weather. About thirty-six miles covered.

DH

4th April 2024: Malpas (mod)

 There were four riders making up the moderate group at Alison’s: Trevor, Jim, Keith and me. The weather was welcomingly warm and dry. The idea was to have a quiet lanes long sweeping ride out, and a shorter ride back in case we caught a heavy shower or two. Our route out was via Beeston and Bunbury. Trevor was having some difficulties with his gears, and I popped into the Co-Op at Bunbury for a fat bottle of water to fit in my cage. We then headed east at Gradeley Green, before turning right after the canal bridge near Swanley Hall. Keith remembered Mike Morley’s favouring the Farmers Arms at Ravensmoor for lunch, notable in the past for its barmaids. It was difficult to pass 18 The Park at Wrenbury, but I had booked The Little Deli at Malpas, so we continued through to the lift bridge. The red lights were flashing but a woman beckoned us through before, I presume, pressing a button to raise the bridge for her canal barge. We cut across west to Gaunton's Bank and Norbury Common before crossing the A49 at Bickley. Despite starting out late and stopping for a few minutes in Bunbury, Trevor had effectively managed his rear gear mech. issues, and we had a fighting chance of arriving for lunch close to 1p.m. as booked. We crossed the A41 at No Mans Heath, where we reminisced about the times we used to eat delicious sausages in large Yorkshire puddings at the Wheatsheaf Inn there, and we wondered about its future. We had the usual steep bank to encounter before Malpas (which Alan will not remember fondly, from when he was suffering from asthma), but we were soon locking our bikes up only ninety seconds after our e.t.a.  The food and service were very good at our reserved table in the compact Little Deli. Conversation involved the enterprising holidays and excursions recently undertaken by Keith, Trevor and Jim, with Trevor’s Spitfire adventure also imminent. This was balanced by the usual justified concerns about the state of the NHS, and the real old git tip of making your loaf last by putting half of it in the freezer. The woman serving  takes her car to the same nearby garage that I swear by, and is friendly with one of the two guys who run it, with their sons being close pals. Chatting away I almost feel part of The Malpas Family! Would you believe it?  

Our return was via Cuddington Heath, Chorlton, Horton Green and Tilston. This route is very peaceful and pleasant, and avoids the initial slog up Kidnal Hill on the direct, but busier, Roman road route to Tilston. “Local” Neil had warned us of the current flooded state of the roads from Chowley to Tattenhall, so we took the route to Barton, Handley and Milton Green, before crossing the main road and the milder flooding of Frog(!) Lane to reach Tattenhall. The ride was over forty miles and covered at a steady stress-free state in relaxed company. Jim is doing outstandingly well on his return to riding with us, and Trevor and Jim must have clocked up a creditable sixty miles or so. How uplifting to have a warm, dry ride for a promising change.   

DH

22nd February 2024: Malpas (mod)

Circumstances require this write-up to be brief. Considering the weather forecast, there was a strong turnout at Walk Mill where we once again received a warm welcome. The Extremely Moderate Group consisted of Andy, George, Ray and me.

It was cooler than last week, and some rain appeared inevitable as we headed for Burton, Huxley and Tattenhall. I chose a bit of punishment by climbing up to Brown Knoll before turning east and then south west on the delightful little lane through Bickerton to Duckington. There were some dream homes nestling in the wooded escarpment. What had these residents done for a living to afford them? We dived off-piste through Edge Green, crossing the A41. The narrow lane surrounding  Edge Hall was exceptionally flooded as we began a westerly loop toward Kidnal. Fortunately, we all made it, including Ray’s electric heavyweight machine. We were now getting quite wet, so headed straight for The Little Deli, a long favourite of Dave and Liz. Seating was re-arranged for us in this warm and friendly nook, and the food was large of portion and very good value. I think George had doubled his weight by the time we left. Lunch topics were interesting but not very uplifting: the Parliamentary debacle of the day before, NHS dentistry and making preparations for death.  I decided to avoid discussing Everton’s prospects in the circumstances.  

We were a bit wet and cold as I viewed my soggy map to seek a slightly different but not too indirect return route. We headed downhill to Cuddington Heath before turning north for Tilston via Chorlton Lane and Horton Green.  I think we passed Nick’s home on the way. Lower Carden, Clutton,Tattenhall,  Hargrave and Greenlooms marked our chosen return path. Andy had headed west for Wales along the way. Full marks to all who made the effort. I see all three ride groups curbed their enthusiasm and finished up in Malpas for lunch. Unbelievable! I have seldom seen so much flooding, but our desire to be out in the country with good company, and needing to stay fit, once again made us glad to have ridden with Chester Easy Riders on a Thursday.  We covered about 38 miles. Roll on long, languid, sunny summer rides.  

DH    

21st December 2023: Malpas (mod)

As I pulled up the slip road to join the M56, I was intent on avoiding being on the inside of any spray spouting juggernaut. The forecast ferocious crosswind was full-on, and the rain torrential on the high level bridge. The windage forces on a curtain-sided artic trailer in these conditions could result in it overturning. What was I doing driving in this “do not go out unless you really have to” weather?  I was driving to Tattenhall to go cycling with friends!  This choice felt like a gross misjudgement as powerful wind gusts hit the Berlingo, but I had committed by email to turning up, so stage one was surviving the journey to Alison’s. I felt a little more relaxed weaving slowly through Christleton village, as it was more sheltered and bone dry.  

I arrived early at Alison’s, leaving my bike in the back of the car, as it was probable that if anyone had turned up at all they would not be riding. Riding on your own is an added risk, if say, a tree lands on your head on a little back lane, and you can’t reach your phone. I don’t think Lynne would be able to find me in rural backwater twenty miles from home. At least, she would probably want to complete her Christmas shop at M&S Food first. Clive, Ken and Ivan were already ensconced at an inside table. Clive had driven Ivan over and had hoped to collect Steve Haywood to meet the club riders. Ivan was recovering well with his new knee, but Steve’s back operation was recent, so he had to decline. George then turned up and joined us, shortly followed by Dave Matthews in civvies. 

After a very pleasant and sociable forty minutes came the moment of truth: who was able and willing to have a ride? George and I decided to give it a go. We climbed up to Bosworth Castle, and then down and up to Broxton Old Hall. At Duckington we headed south west to Tilston and Shocklach. We agreed, that with the high winds and it being nearly the shortest day of the year, we would embroider a few miles around Threapwood and Oldcastle Heath, rather than stretch to Overton. George had coped well without the use of his inside chainwheel, but it was a reminder that it was possible for things to go wrong, and we would have to battle some headwinds later. We called in at my favourite garage, Birchdown Autos in Peacock Farmyard to wish Steve a happy Christmas, before heading for the Old Fire Station in Malpas. The café, was full, but on the suggestion of a nice young woman working there, we finished up at The Little Deli in Church Street. It had been ages since I had been, but I remember it as a favourite tea stop for Dave and Liz. The staff were friendly, and we were well pleased with lunch. On leaving I checked George’s front changer, but apart from a bit of adjustment of his stop screws, it didn’t seem worth getting into further by the roadside, as we had no hard climbs ahead. 

On our way back we intended to miss the Chowley route into Tattenhall, as in the morning the road passing “The Righi” had been closed. We returned via Tilston, Barton, Coddington, passing Aldersley Green Golf Club (where my dentist tells me, that we could probably get lunch). This route into Handley was a first for both of us. It is an attractive little village, mentioned in the Domesday Book with some thatched houses and a very old church. We braved a short stretch of A41 to Milton Green before crossing into Frog Lane, passing Russia Hall and over yet another stretch of  the disused railway line that we often cross in this area.  The old route runs from the main line west of Hargrave down into Whitchurch. We reached Alison’s just as the staff were locking up. They cheerfully declined my offer to pay for coffees that I had forgotten to pay for in the morning. I will pay the amount owed as a tip next time! George was excellent company as ever. Storm Pia had punched its weight and had provided the occasional “whooah!” moment, but the ride had never felt seriously dangerous. For the best part we had been well sheltered by the hedged narrow lanes, and it had been mild and dry. Thirty something enjoyable miles. 

DH