20th March 2025: Farndon (mod+)

 What a gorgeous day for our Walk Mill  meet.

There was a real sense of Spring and Summer on it’s way. Surprisingly,  that didn’t encourage a massive turn out, for what ever reason. There was a dozen or so of us. The head count was tricky, as there was a split, with the majority deciding to sit inside, despite the stunning sunshine and a barmy 13 degrees outside. That aside, the groups still managed to form, all be it small ones. DH possibly had the majority, which included, none other than ‘three times in a row’- George!- Lol. The fast group was at least three or four, which included the deserter, Chris, who was clearly confident of keeping up, no doubt due to his recent ascent of Hill Lane (Helsby) This was as a consequence of me pointing it out on last weeks ride. So, he had clearly decided he was too good for the Mod + group anymore - Lol.

That left just Fiona and Elwyn for my group. 

Steve Hu had chosen to stay at home and watch paint dry apparently and the ‘Rayban Mugger’ (Alan, for those who might not of read last weeks blog) had a stomach issue or at least that’s what his last minute text said, but we all know he can’t ride without his pal, Steve- Lol.

 

We set off on one of my local small hill meanders involving the Sandstone Ridge. 10 minutes gone and we are in DM’s patch, settling in to a steady pace toward Chapel Hill, not that I intended climbing it.

However, before we could even reach it, we caught a young mountain biker.  As I pulled along side, I remarked about how laden his bike was and asked where was he heading. Well, the next few minutes was about his journey on LEJOG. He was a young German, on a gap year and spoke excellent English. He was not only on his lonesome, completely unsupported, but camping at the road side, unless he got offered a bed for the night. He told us of an App that offers a free bed to LEJOG riders, if you can be in the right place at the right time of course (who knew) He was a very pleasant young man, who we all wished the best of luck and left him in Kelsall.

Now climbing up Quarry Lane, although not before the obligatory costume change,  from Fiona this time. Half way up, Elwyn remarked about the hill, thinking he had never climbed it before, but then Elwyn never knows where he is- Lol. We swing right at the top and almost immediately right again at the Farmers Arms and continue our climb up onto the top of the Sandstone Ridge. We pass Chapel Hill, which was closed, but it is rideable, as I rode it last week ( nobody is working it, as usual, I wonder how long that will be).

We start to feel a bit of headwind, now on top of the ridge line. However, I let F&E know that we were not far from my favourite high speed downhill, which took the edge off the light headwind. I attack the downhill, as was my plan for the day ( no work on the uphill bits, but max effort going down, due to a still iffy hamstring. Once regrouped, we get back into a steady pace and meander our way through Eaton, Tarporley, Brassy Green, Beeston, via the ‘Shady’ pub and skirt around Tattenhall via Harthill, but the easy way- Lol. We then descended into Brown Knowl for yet another short climb and subsequent downhill blast. We make a right turn to allow us to get across to cross the A41 towards Tilston, where I tried to encourage Fiona to step on the pedals and follow me downhill ( one day she’ll let those brakes off- Lol)

 

Once in Tilston, it was time to discuss our options for lunch, either Carden Arms, Manorwood cafe, Lost Barn, which are all within half mile or so. Or push on another 3 miles to Lewis’s cafe in Farndon. As Lewis’s is a favourite of F&E, there wasn’t much discussion- Lol. This meant that poor old me had to ride back on our route, into the wind, to get home, because I knew the road to Bruera was closed for 4 days. F&E had fallen foul of the road closure on their way to Walk Mill, when an awkward labourer turned them back ( I never let them know about the closure, as they were supposed to get to Walk Mill via the Chester option, which is shorter for them, but alas they didn’t - Lol) That said, did they care that I would have to back track into the wind-? not a bit - Lol, Lol.

 

So, after another cracking ‘full gaz’ dash,  down Wetreins Lane, we naturally regroup near the end of the lane, after I caught a woman who was on her first ride for months (forgotten why it was her first, but left her as she turned left to Shocklach and we went right, of course)

 

Lewis’s was quiet, so we got served instantly, once we found somebody who could cook a poached egg (- Lol, the staff had to discuss their capabilities). F&E had their usual scrambled version, which did look good. Conversation seemed to revolve solely around my buggered shoulder and the ridiculous pain I was having every time I lifted my arm from the table. Thankfully the most comfortable place for me is on the bike, so I was keen to get going again and face the uphill headwind of Wetreins Lane - Lol. While F&E had the much easier fast tailwind dash of Rossett Road all the way to their door in Lavister.

I had 9 miles to get home and all up, as I decided to go through Stretton, Carden Park and Tattenhall of course. I got home with 48 miles on the clock and just over 2000’ of assent, which was less than expected - Lol. I think F&E just tipped over the 50 miles.

 

What a cracking day out, in lovely sunshine, a tad warmer than expected, with light winds, which meant we were all a bit over dressed. It was no less a day, despite not having the Chuckle Brothers with us, sat on the back of the group, verbally abusing everybody’s ears- Lol, the silence was bliss- Lol, Lol, Lol.

 

Cheers guys,

Till next time,

 

The Wind Whisperer.

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20th March 2025: Aston (mod)

 It was good to see Peter sitting in the sunshine at Walk Mill. Ivan was dressed to cycle, as if his near- death drama in Spain had been just a passing bad dream. Everyone so pleased to see him. The Steady Eddies this week were George, Keith, Mike Dodd and me.

Pete thought that “The Bhurty” at Aston was too far at this early stage of his renewed rehabilitation, but it was great to have him riding with us through Burton as far as Huxley. The A49 was met at Tiverton, where we whistled down to the Shropshire Union Canal and the railway bridge before slogging up to Bunbury Common. A ferret around attractive Bunbury village was by way of the quiet Bird’s and Wyche lanes. At Haughton we kept left for a change and headed for Burland and after a brief stretch of the A534 were soon back on narrow, peaceful lanes.  The weather was sunny and warm as we headed south to Sound Heath via Ravensmoor.  The Farmer’s Arms at Ravensmoor used to be one of our watering holes and a favourite of the popular Mike Morley. Covid broke the spell, but perhaps we will call again. The Bhurty was busy but still we had plenty of room and we were served by lovely people. It was nice to chat to Mike again, and he mentioned how moved he had been by the National Theatre’s production of Dear England based around Gareth Southgate. The production will have a four-week run at the Lowry in Salford from May 29^th to June 29^th.  Conversation is always relaxed and easy in this group, and civilized in volume without Big Ray. We wish him well with his tooth implant.

Readying our bikes for our return Keith was lampooning my inclination to leave things at a lunch stop (e.g.car keys, Malpas; mobile, Ellesmere) so much so that I couldn’t think straight. Time was wasted as I was pounded into a world of anxiety, checking things I had already checked. The only thing I had actually forgotten was to have a wee! So, that was another four minutes gone. It was a good job that the sun was still shining. Talking about fluids, it was wonderfully warm all day and important to keep hydrated. I noticed George ordered a pint of tap water at lunch, and I should have replenished my bottle.

Our way home had three little intended diversions.  We first took the pleasant back route to Wrenbury via Pinsley Green Road. The second possible diversion would have been a small semi-circle passing Frith Farm, but I thought it better to just “crack on” to Brindley by way of Chorlton Bank. As we approached Pear Tree Farm just before Haughton I was intending a third exploratory diversion down the quiet, narrow lane to Bath House Farm. Unfortunately, Keith had wandered off far ahead, drifting around and out of touch like Harry Kane on a bad day (although Harry always has a chance of scoring, while Keith……). Mike kindly chased him down, and he returned as contrite as a fired-up Jude Bellingham disagreeing with the ref. So it was that we, eventually, passed The Salt House near Spurstow Lower Hall. Further investigation after the ride states that the  spa spring indicated on my OS map was believed to contain rare salts with healing powers, and baths were erected here by Sir Thomas Mostyn many moons ago. My continued diversion was intended to be to Radley Wood and across the A49 to Peckforton, but we decided on coffee  and cake at Tilly’s instead. Some of you may remember, some time ago, that the tiny lanes I had planned to ride were so heavily flooded that two local women applauded us for riding through. Neil was with us at the time and couldn’t understand the perversity of not using the obvious and dry route to Spurstow; I think we understand each other’s idiosyncrasies better now. It was a pleasant surprise to meet Dave Matthews and Andy Whitgreave at Tilly’s on their way to completing a Cheshire Cycleway Ride. Dave currently features in the national audax magazine describing his impressive recent Walney Island to Whitby ride. From Tilly’s we rode to Beeston Castle and then down past the Ice Cream Farm before reaching Greenlooms through Hargrave. A slight breeze  had been behind us since lunch so it was very pleasant  late afternoon finish and still warm and sunny as Keith and Mike took their leave. George and I returned to our cars at Walk Mill. 43 miles for the actual route; more for Keith and Mike. A perfect cycling day.

DH   

20th March 2025 : Wrenbury (brisk)

The sun turned up today, and so did a few of the CER part-timers, myself included. My own excuse for missing so many meets is that it's the silly season at work (end of financial year, security patching, new timetables, etc). And that's the same excuse I'm using for the brevity of this report.

In the absence of any other suggestions, Clive, Ken, Nick and Chris joined me (Matt) for an anti-clockwise circular through Wrenbury, aiming to get all the climbing out of the way early and enjoy a flat tailwind-assisted return after lunch. It didn't take long for that plan to go out of the window, as roadworks at Bruera forced a diversion via Tattenhall and Barton. We eventually picked up the planned route just southeast of Tilston and from there it was a fairly straightforward ride to Wrenbury.

Bare arms and legs outnumbered tights and sleeves for the first time in months. Another Springtime tradition - councils desperately splurging their leftover road budget (y'know, that money they've been claiming all year isn't there to fix potholes) - was a topic of conversation en route to lunch. It seems to many of us that some of the schemes chosen don't appear to be of the highest priority.

The lunchtime venue was the Canalside Café, in a garden centre alongside the Shropshire Union / Llangollen canal just west of Wrenbury. And a lovely venue it was too; a sun trap with indoor and outdoor seating, a proper cycle rack, and excellent hot and cold food including cooked breakfasts and massive sandwiches. They even had some good GF/vegan options. I'll go there again. Lunchtime chats covered subjects as diverse as heat pumps, solar panels, Slow Horses and the slug forecast for the coming year.

A rarity - no potholes!

Ready to roll!

After lunch, Nick departed for home whilst the rest of us headed on through Wrenbury, with a brief pause to check out Berries café (formerly No 15 The Park), which looks like another promising mid-ride lunch venue. Then we caught that tailwind home via Bunbury and Beeston Castle. Overall, a very good day out - more like that please, Weather Gods!

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MT

6th February 2025 : Overton ( brisk)

A very cold but sunny start for today’s ride commencing from Walk Mill over to Overton. Nick, Clive, Ray, Alan and Chris were my companions. We followed dry roads out from Waverton via Hargrave into Tattenhall.

 
Leaving Tattenhall on the Harthill Road, this initiated the usual grumbles about the gradient although I personally felt the icy patches we came across were more of an issue. The road from Harthill through to Malpas was enjoyable as it was dry and clear of debris and allowing us to keep a good pace.

After navigating Malpas’s busy high street, we turned onto Dog Lane and, after negotiating the potholes of Worthenbury, went through Bangor and passed its racecourse to arrive in Overton at 12:30 with 25 miles completed.The  staff at the 2 Doves cafe facilitated secure bike parking at the rear of the cafe and the rest of the service and food was excellent.

For the return, we retraced the road back to Bangor where we stopped by the church for a photo shoot as this coincided with Chris picking up a puncture. It only took ten minutes for the tube to be changed and then we were back on the road  heading out via Cross Lanes to Farndon.

Onward through Aldford and Saighton, we arrived back at Waverton where Clive, Ray, and Chris peeled off back to Chester leaving myself, Nick, and Alan to collect our cars. It was a glorious day, despite being cold, for this 45 mile route on mainly well-surfaced roads with an average speed around 15mph.

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KP

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.

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DH

23rd January 2025: 'Tour de Cafe' (Mod)

Well, I’m calling todays moderates blog 'Tour de Cafe'.

 At the beginning it was me, Ray and Nick from the other mob haha (fast lads), plus D Mathews and Clive also dressed in smart casual attire. I left the first cafe (Rose Farm) and, as discussed earlier, with Ray and Nick went toward Duddon via a road that looked like I had gone to Mars, with a council officer marking the craters as they had gone beyond potholes, plus more mud on the road than in the fields. I then passed the second cafe (Walk Mill) heading towards Waverton; from here I decided to head to  Christleton, then the metropolis  of Guilden Sutton as the weather started to turn from a cold drafty morning to, let’s say wet, then a monsoon so I headed for Meadow Lea cafe  -  my third of the day. 

I decided to have a early lunch waiting for the monsoon to pass . I left after the owner came to me and said all the cycles outside where lying down flat, which they were as a domino effect had happened as the first untethered bike knocked all the others down as nobody had been arsed to lock them due to the rain. I needed to get back to my car which I’d left in Delamere, so I braved the A56 so I could veer off towards Manley Mere but I passed this cafe due to it being closed plus I was having a sulk due to the local flooding after the rain which had made the roads sketchy. 

Anyway, I headed through Mouldsworth heading through Aston Green, my first mis route calculation as I ended on the busy Tarvin bypass heading towards Kelsall, another village growing in size.  Anyway I cracked on through the town heading back towards Delamere on a longish detour back tracking earlier roads I’d been down which where now covered with lakes and mud which the passing vehicles seemed to have great pleasure trying to drown me but they needed to get up earlier than that as I could see the look in their eyes. 'Pay back it’s a cyclist he’s getting it ha.' Anyway I finished cycling through the forest to the last cafe (at Delamere Visitors Centre), my last of an enjoyable solo ride. 5 cafes, 3 used, a belly full of tea, muddy but you know what, happy, as I was out cycling. 35 ish miles .

KB

14th November 2024: Waverton (Mod+)

I was going to gripe about the muddy lanes, but after todays ride, yesterdays Mod+ was pretty good to be fair- Lol.

It’s hard to ride any lane at the moment without slimy mud everywhere. We need some heavy rain to wash the roads, which should be on Sunday- bah humbug.

 

Anyway, after an early digression ( can you say that- Lol)

The venue for the day was Rose Farm and for a change my leadership started from my house, as I had F & E in tow. This was because I was always going to do an easy, flat 45 miles max, from home that is, due to several injuries I was  carrying, which suited them.

I didn’t therefore plan on leading a proper group, however, I still ended up with a few more followers- Lol. 

Clearly those few didn’t mind a short one ( real reason was they had no alternative, as Steve T turned up with a similar plan to me and was simply returning home- Lol)

 

A quick head count in the cafe revealed 17, which was not as good as the record total from last week at Gladstone Library, but nevertheless, good for Rose Farm. That didn’t include Steve Haywood, who had turned up in his civvies, just to say hello.

DH turned up in the end ( some excuse about traffic- Lol) just as we were leaving, so I guess he ended up with a fair size group, as the fast group was only Clive & Ivan, I believe. The count should be 18/ 19, as we bumped into Keith as we were riding off. He was looking distressed, which he explained was simply the experience of travelling with DH - Lol- Lol- Lol. 

 

So it was that Kev, Alan & Steve Hu joined me+ F&E for a pan flat meander to the Blue Bell cafe, which, after a quick phone call, became Walk Mill ( always my back up- Lol)

I mentioned that I would be very slow on the inclines, as my knee couldn’t take any sort of incline, but hopefully steady on the flat bits.

We set off to the right and a quick downhill, set us up for a nice steady pace for the next few miles to Aston.

Photo AO

I was basically taking the group on the flattest meander I could come up with, whilst avoiding the worst of the mucky lanes. This meant swinging out toward Cheshire Oaks and back past the zoo into Guilden Sutton, although on a different lane.

It didn’t take us that long to reach the A51, where upon Steve Hu questioned my route, when I told them to turn left onto the pathway. We were of course mirroring the A51 so we could cut back up toward the Blue Bell cafe and take the long route to Walk Mill cafe. After a few hundred metres on the pathway we turn left past the Stamford Bridge Inn. There was a slight hiatus in the group, at this point, which I never did find out the reason for- Lol.  I needed to plod on up the slight incline, due to the knee pain I was experiencing. I knew they would catch me up and just in time for me to turn right.

 

At the top of what would normally not be classed as a hill, but for me it was, we turn right and meandered through a few lovely lanes that brought us back to the A51, which we crossed.

This set us on a path past DM’s house, which I believe was pointed out to Kev, in passing ( glad to see you have fixed your garage door Dave- Lol). No sooner past DM’s gaff, we were creeping up to the crossing of the A49 and still with 6 in the group- Lol. I would just like to add that nobody was lost this time, as I was able to look behind and check for myself that everybody was still in tow, unlike last time, which I took unfair criticism for ( Steve Hu- Lol)

 

After crossing the A49, we are quickly descending toward Walk Mill, only a mile away and 25 from Rose Farm. We turned up to a surprisingly busy cafe ( never seen so many bikes at one cafe- Lol)

Fiona managed to bag us the last table, while the rest of us were getting our orders in. It didn’t take long to be fair and my falafel, beetroot sandwich was gorgeous. Turned out that this is Fiona’s favourite sandwich cafe. Conversation was well varied, with Kev seemingly the centre of them all, as the new member of the club, he was filling us in on his cycling history and his reasons for riding in trainers. (he’ll be to fast for Mod+ once he gets clip in pedals- Lol)

After a brief discussion with Kev as to knowing his way back to Rose Farm, because all of us were heading for Tattenhall, he confirmed he did, but decided he would follow us and then head back to Rose Farm. Alen & Steve Hu were heading for Waverton, because their cars were there.

 

I decided to change the route a little and head through the back lanes to Hargrave, which would provide Alan & Steve an alternative route back up to Waverton, via the canal road ( aren’t I thoughtful - Lol- lol).  It didn’t take us long to get to Tattenhall, where upon Steve decided that they should turn right past what used to be Old Ma’s cafe. I guess he intended to take Platt’s Lane to Saighton and Waverton beyond - that’ll teach me to be so thoughtful- Lol- Lol.

Only a few hundred metres further on, we lose Kev, who was going to call his daughter, who apparently lives in Tattenhall. Now down to 2 in the group, I at least knew I was going to finish the ride with somebody, as they started out with me- Lol. We arrived at my place with 44 miles on the clock and a respectable AS of 14mph ( not to bad for a cripple - Lol) 

 

Despite the odd mucky lane, I think everybody enjoyed the meander. I remember somebody mentioning, at one point, that they were surprised when they realised we were on top of Cheshire Oaks, as they had no idea where we were, which to me means- Job done- Lol. And 10 minutes later we were passing the zoo, although some didn’t notice- Lol- Lol.

So, a good ride in the end, due to unusually mild weather and no wind at all +  great company and Steve Hu of course- didn’t mean it mate- Lol.

 

Till next time,

Neil. 

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

24th October 2024: Tilston (mod+)

 Those of you that have looked up in awe at a Red Arrows aircraft display will be familiar with their signature move, the bomb burst. This is where the tightly highly skilled aircraft pilots fly overhead and then disappear in all directions complete with red white and blue smoke.

 Well apart from the smoke that was us on Neils ride today! LOL. It all started so well with both old and new faces at Walk Mill Cafe. It was great to see John W, who earlier had stopped to assist Chris with a puncture. We also had a new rider today, Paul who Steve Hu brought along for the first time. Kevin who only joined us less than six months ago must feel like a veteran member now!

 We had two routes on offer from Steve T and Neil T. As Neil T is known as the “Wind Whisperer” it was decided to go with his route today as it was blustery. So nine riders consisting of John M, Kevin, Alan, Chris, Steve T, Steve Hu, Clive, Paul and our leader Neil T.

 Neils earlier feigned injury seemed to have evaporated as he set a spirited pace along Guy Lane and up to the Tarvin Bypass. Neil had chosen a cunning route to mitigate the sandstone ridge both avoiding steep climbs and the ever-present wind. Soon Kelsall was bypassed and we sped through Cotebrook and Eaton.

 We were later to learn that Pauls cycling palmares included training at Hern Hill Velodrome with a certain Bradley Wiggins and David Millar! The net result being placed in the top ten of the National Time trial events.  Coupled with extensive time spent overseas Paul was clearly happier riding on the right-hand side of the road rather than the left, much to the surprise and consternation of oncoming road users.

 As we passed Bolesworth Road it was clear John M was now missing. A quick call to Clive confirmed he was making a shorter detour to the pub. By Duckington we had lost Alan following a comfort break and both Kevin and Steve Hu were off the back due to a combination of waiting for Alan and trying to sort out the pernicious problem Kevin’s gears were presenting despite his attempts with the spanners.

 At this point we met Clive riding in the opposite direction looking for us, satisfied he had located us, he set off to find Alan. What a gent (take note Mr Tanner).

 So now we had at least four groups on the road, all notionally heading for the lunch spot. At the pub the nine reformed , but not for long as John M and Clive wanted to try a new cafe in Holt and Chris was off to work.

 Now down to six we stopped for a photo of four of us!!!  We chose a beautiful Jaguar E Type as a backdrop. I say beautiful  fortunately still so despite Steve T’s bike falling over inches from its pristine paintwork.

The homebound route was excellent and fast with all of us keeping together. Kevin broke off at Alford to ride into Chester leaving the rest of us to swing though Bruera and Saighton. Avid readers of these blogs will know Neil T’s distaste of having been mugged recently at the end of a ride. So as was customary we mugged Neil as a trident of fast riders zoomed into Waverton with Neil and Steve T in hot pursuit.

 Neil and Steve T continued to Walk Mill whilst Alan Steve Hu and Paul made our way back to Guilden Sutton.

 A great ride, on dry relatively clean roads with minimal wind in our face. Thanks for leading Neil.

 Steve Hu 

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1st August 2024: Foulk Stapleford (mod)

There was a reasonable turnout at the Gladstone despite some not being available for various reasons. As far as the mod group were concerned, Dave Matthews had a car to pick up from a garage, Dave Pipe relished a lone challenge of the Welsh hills with electrical assistance and Jim was riding home where he  had workmen arriving. Then there were two little piggies left: Andy Barber and myself. I had had a strenuous day attacking my back garden in the heat, followed by losing sleep because of the dog being unsettled by the overnight thunder. I was too knackered for a day in the hills. So it was that we decide on Walk Mill as a lunch destination

Dave Matthews threaded us through Queensferry, and then we cycled down the side of the Dee to Chester racecourse. Dave was first to take his leave, later followed by Jim as we split off for Christleton at Piper’s Ash. Andy then suggested an off-piste route that he had been introduced to by Clive. I had been interested in this possible exploration before, but not being local had not got around to it. I was glad we made the effort, but since Andy and Clive’s last visit the path through Hockenhull Platts has become a jungle in parts. If you fancy trying this route it is a very attractive diversion through a nature reserve but take a machete. It is situated on a continuation of Plough Lane where cars must turn left for Cotton Hall and Stamford Mill, but pedestrians and cyclists can carry straight on. The River Gowy section is crossed by three old, cobbled packhorse bridges. It is part of the Baker Way which links Chester and Delamere railway stations and is named after Jack Baker a former footpaths officer for Cheshire. Stung by nettles and bloodied by thorny bramble, we eventually reached Walk Mill. It was a relaxed lunch with friendly, efficient service and decent grub. Our conversation was wide ranging and included  discussing cycling in France in the Luberon Valley and up Mont Ventoux. Andy’s experience was extensive compared to my own forays on hired hybrids. We returned via Waverton and Christleton  before reaching the river  below Grosvenor Park. The Groves were filled with people enjoying the sunny holiday weather, licking ice cream and taking boat trips. We crossed the river  at Saltney and skirted the airport before heading up to Hawarden by way of Rake Lane. We finished up back at the Gladstone café with coffee and a sweet. A shortish but very enjoyable ride in interesting company. 

Photo by DH

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    

22nd February 2024 : Malpas (brisk)

A good number of riders were present at Walk Mill Cafe today which was surprising given the weather forecast was for very heavy rain. Clive and Steve T arrived just for coffee as they didn’t fancy a dousing.

Three rides were planned . Ray S was leading a group out to Whitchurch. Dave H had no set plan as he was running late but looked to be leading another group on one of his magical mystery tours. I had ridden to Whitchurch twice very recently and as nice as it is I fancied a change, so put forward a circular ride to Malpas of 45 miles. Nick was happy to join me as he wanted to get home reasonably early and the return route passed close to his house.

Leaving Walk Mill, we headed East but within 1/2 mile the rain started so waterproofs were donned as  Ray’s group passed us on their way to Whitchurch. Weaving around and through the many flooded sections of road we passed through Huxley and Tiverton to reach Tarporley. Crossing onto Eaton Road we exited the village and 2 miles on at Eaton we turned South towards Alpraham. This section of the the route had 2 road closures in place but neither delayed our progress.

Conversation was rather sparse as the rain and road conditions required a lot more of our attention although I did hear the bit where  Nick  admitted to looking for a new Gravel bike and is going to view one in Knutsford. Good luck getting that past the finance officer !!

The  A51 at Alpraham was very busy and it took a few minutes before we were able to cross into Bunbury Road and then pass through Bunbury to Spurstow. At  Peckforton , we met a  large section of standing water, and one very kind motorist  was unable to wait and ploughed straight through at speed and seemed totally oblivious to the soaking he had given Nick and I.

Another short section of main road at Gallantry Bank led us into Bickerton where we admired the new bench at Bickerton Church, it has been carved out of the remains of a large recently felled tree. The rain had been persistent and heavy since leaving Walk Mill and we were both feeling the wet and cold as water had seeped through our waterproofs.

Talking through our options, we decided to cut short the ride, forego lunch, and head for home. The direct route took us up Goldford Lane and into Tilston where we parted company and headed for home.

The posted route today was 45miles. Nick managed around 40 miles with myself covering 50 miles. 

One bright spot today-the rain stopped as I arrived home so at least the bike cleaning was completed in dry. Thanks to Nick for his company and riding in truly awful conditions.

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KP

22nd February 2024: Malpas (mod +)

On a day following a Met Office Yellow warning for rain, it was encouraging to see such a good turnout of CER members, both riding and in civvies. So many that we could accommodate three different rides a brisk, a mod + and a mod group. The mod+ group consisted of Ray S, Alan and Steve Hu. Mindful of the forecast we felt up to a forty miler would be best in the conditions. Ray had a route from Tattenhall to Whitchurch where Alan suggested we dine at the same venue as Ken's ride last week. 

We set off from Walk Mill in comparative dry and windless weather back along Guy Lane and left onto Martins Lane. At Hargrave we stopped to load Ray’s route onto the computers and the weather decided to change  for the worse and set the scene for the next 10 miles. A local stopped us and advised us of certain road closures due to flooding, by this time we had traversed two long lengths of flooded road the second being deep enough to submerge our bottom brackets! A quick blast through Newton in Tattenhall brought us into Tanner Town. 

Photos by AO

From Tattenhall the route took us through the now soaking wet lanes of Clutton and Tilston. Just before Horton Green our route turned right to Whitchurch a further 12 to 14 miles further on, however a sign viewed through rain speckled glasses advised the warm pubs and cafes of Malpas were only three miles away. A quick quorum was convened and a new destination was agreed, the Fire Station cafe in Dave Heaths favourite town Malpas. 

As we climbed steadily up to the town Ray remembered the Lion pub in the centre. On arriving we were welcomed by the staff who suggested we sat close to the log fire. By now our gloves and pants were soaked so this generous offer was much appreciated. The menu at the Lion is excellent and testament to the food on offer it was a full ten minutes before consensus of sandwiches with extra chips was agreed upon and ordered. 

After a very leisurely lunch waterproofs were donned again in readiness for the return leg. Ray had a route that avoided flooded / dirty lanes. Taking Chester road we headed back towards Ebnal and then broke left to Hampton Heath. We made excellent progress on Long Lane until it crossed Salters Lane and became Harthill Ln. The short climb up here is normally a breeze on a summer's day, but today it seemed a lot harder. Once through Harthill, Bolesworth road is a rollercoaster of a ride all the way back to Tanner Town. 

In order to stick with the tradition of CER, Ray added on a small diversion through Bruera & Saighton bringing us nicely into Waverton where Alan returned to Walk Mill, I peeled off for Golden Sutton and Iron legs Ray headed for Chester. 

Thank you to Ray for leading the route. A reasonable 14.5mph average speed on a very wet and flooded roads 33 mile route. 

Steve Hu

9th November 2023: Malpas

Carolyne at Walk Mill was every bit as hospitable on the day, as she had sounded on the phone. We were soon comfortably sat with our coffees served efficiently by the friendly staff. There was a good turnout, mostly of those who wanted to cover a decent mileage at a brisk pace.  George, Big Ray and myself opted for a more modest course on a day that was likely to be quite wet.  So it was, that we set out on a more exploratory route, with the idea of a fast, direct route back if the weather turned unpleasant. I’m not really sure of myself in this area without having to stop and check my map occasionally, so I was glad of my friends’ patience, and George’s familiarity with these lanes. We headed east to begin with before turning south for Burton, Hoofield and Huxley. George and I wondered if the 50p. shop was still operating. According to my phone, both the 50p.shop, and The Little Coffee Shop (Wed.-Sunday) were still open. After Huxley we were soon climbing up to Beeston Castle, and working our way across to Bolesworth Castle, and then climbing again to Broxton Old Hall. We then used the small, very quiet lanes around the listed Grade II Edge Hall, which is over three hundred years old. Ray was trying to cast us as Dad’s Army or Last of the Summer Wine characters, but despite the physical difference the only comparison that really caught the imagination was Ray as Private Pike! We criss-crossed the A41 to reach Hampton Heath on little used lanes. If we had taken the more obvious course to Malpas from Brown Knoll, we may have arrived dry for lunch, as it was, we didn’t.  Still, it in the DNA of Chester Easy Riders, to explore, Harry-like at times, and it seems preferable to steaming down a busy, wet main road on someone’s back wheel.

The food was very good at The Old Fire Station, and Ray was his usual effervescent company, but it was raining when we unlocked our bikes. Our route back was as direct as possible, and after climbing up the Roman Road to Kidnal  Hill it was fast to Tilston, but the streaming roads needed concentration. It was consoling to think that we didn’t have the flooded, hilly lanes, say from Loppington to Chirk to overcome, and we would have a relatively short drive home. We reached Tattenhall via Carden, Clutton and Chowley, and then pressed on to Hargrave and Greenlooms, before turning to Walk Mill. The journey back had only taken seventy-five minutes, despite Ray’s troublesome mudguard stay, which he must have fixed with chewing gum in the week. We still had time for coffee and cake; George very kindly treated me. Ray had wanted to get back to catch crabs at Moreton- on- Sea. Before we left, the Likely Lads of Steve Hughes and Alan popped in to say, “Hello”.  They appeared happy with their ride despite the rain and diversions. Walk Mill had worked out fine. Trebles all round then!

DH

9th November 2023 : Sandbach (brisk)

Today’s ride is the first brisk ride from our winter starting venue at Walk Mill on the outskirts of Waverton. About ten of us turned out, with brisk riders being in the majority. Walk Mill was very pleasant with plenty of space for us all in the large conservatory area - so a useful alternative to Chirk for those winter months.

Ken and Dave M were just out for coffee, so that left Steve Hu, Alan, Shane, Ray and myself to join Ivan on his last ride of the year. The weather prediction was mixed with some certainty of a rain shower at some time during the ride. I’d not bothered to wash my bike following a somewhat muddy ride on Tuesday with Nick; it was the correct decision! 

Ivan’s ride was to "The George" in Sandbach, a reliable Wetherspoon’s establishment in the centre of the town. So we set off down familiar lanes to Bunbury and out to Nantwich. Everthing was going well with a brisk pace and everyone keeping together as we should do. We dodge around Shavington and Basford - lanes that Ivan knows very well after living around this general area for many years.

In Weston the first road closure of the day manifests itself, so on the fly Ivan steers us on a bit of a loop and back on track via Engelsea Brook Lane. The White Lion inn appears in Barthomley looking very sorry for itself - it had been a popular lunch venue for us for many years, mainly because of it’s large plates of in-house cooked meat pies. 

At the junction with Radway Green Road it is very clear that we can’t go the planned direction via Radway Green into the outskirts of Alsager due to probable repair work on the railway level crossing. Ivan’s railway experience tells him we won’t be let through, so turning right, Ivan assures us all that if we head down and take the first left then left again, we shall enter Alsager from the south.

Whereas this is certainly true, negotiating the massive and exceptionally busy roundabout under the M6 Junction was not planned at all! We enjoy a mile plus uphill drag along the busy A500 dual carriageway towards Stoke. I’ve driven this route many times and it's a lorry-infested racetrack! We turn left and off the A500 into a peaceful road eventually falling into the back of Alsager.

We are soon back on track but menacing black clouds herald a steady and persistent period of light rain.  We hurry on through Hassall Green and Malkins Bank and  at last into the warm dry arms of the very busy George pub after 37 miles. The diversion along the A500 had cost us about 30 mins, which would have probably meant we would have missed the pre-lunch celestial bike-washing activity!

The pub was heaving with punters but we secure the last two tables and order up off the extensive menu. Pizza and curries were the order of the day. Time to go into the rain again so some of us wander over to the cobbled market square for a photo courtesy of Alan. Ivan was assisting Shane with his front mudguard mis-function and they missed the photo shoot. You can read all about Sandbach here.

They regularly wash the streets in Sandbach!

The rain persists for about an hour or so and then on-and-off all the way back to Walk Mill. The route is very familiar and “Wettenhall" describes us perfectly. Thankfully no further road closures bothered us but there were quite a few closure signs noticed today.

Shane peals off after Duddon as we all end up at Walk Mill again. Alan and Steve head for their car as Ray, Ivan and myself head back to Chester. The only significant event was Ivan’s slow rear-wheel puncture outside of Waverton itself which, after some re-inflation, he thankfully managed to nurse through the few miles home.

Ivan’s advertised route was 53 miles; with a diversion at Weston, and the loop up the A500 pushing it up to 60 miles all round. So quite respectable for mid-November. So thanks to Ivan for the route, Alan for the photos, and all for their company today. I managed just under 80 wet miles so you can guess what today’s job is!

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CA

15th September 2022: Church Minshull (mod)

Autumn beckons as could be seen by fewer short sleeves and bare legs as we gathered at Meadow Lea, though the day was forecast to be dry. A reasonable turnout of mod riders plus Nick, though David M wasn’t going to join the ride.  He was looking forward to receiving his new winter cycling shoes from Canada, suited to temperatures of -20 degrees! We were unexpectedly joined by John B, who we hadn’t seen for a couple of years. John’s attendance on our rides has been regular but infrequent. Before Covid he came out with us once a year, and we look forward to seeing him again in 2023. The rest of our party were Dave H, George, Dave and Liz P on the tandem and Alan.

In the absence of alternatives, we chose my route to The Badger at Church Minshull, a destination we’d visited for the first time earlier this year. We headed out past Manley Mere and turned uphill onto Sugar Lane, where Nick left us to continue his own ride. We sped down the curiously named Dark Ark Lane, and rode up through Delamere Forest to Norley.  From here we headed south crossing the A556 to briefly join the A49, turning off in polo pony country beside The Hollies Farm Shop – as Dave H said it’ll cost a week’s wages to buy anything from there. 

Joining Clay Lane, a regular outward route for us from Rose Farm, we passed through the Whitegate Way traffic lights and turned down the hill for the road into Winsford, where we stopped.  The road was jammed with stationary traffic, so we did some recalculating and turned back to join the Whitegate Way. Except the tandem and John didn’t follow.  After some time, they reappeared. The sole of one of John’s shoes had separated itself from the upper.  It was lucky Dave P was there with his bottomless paniers, from whence he found two straps to keep John in the ride. 

The Whitegate Way provided a smooth and quiet alternative route, though we emerged at the bottom end of Winsford and had to navigate the back streets to rejoin our route. It was now a straightforward, though rather long run along the B-road to our destination. The Badger is full of images of badgers and even sells Badger Ale. We ensconced ourselves into a corner and tucked into our refreshments, which included a bucket-sized pot of tea for John. 

Our return took us on familiar roads to Wettenhall and Eaton, then up the hill to cross the A49 by the old road. A strengthening north-westerly slowed us down, though we hadn’t had its benefit on our way out.  Before Utkinton we turned left to Duddon and then took the road to Waverton before stopping at Walk Mill.  Alan and John continued while the rest of us tucked into caffeine and cake. It was now a short distance back to Meadow Lea, with 49 miles on the clock. A good ride, maybe even a better ride with the forced detour. Let’s hope the Autumn continues to hold off for a while yet.

Photos by AO

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SH

21st October: Waverton (mod)

 It was a glorious sunny day at Rose Farm Cafe if a bit chilly, as winter arrived last night, with some strong winds. 5 degrees when I rode out :-(

 Steve T and I figured the head count to be 16 strong, 5 of those being the fast group and the rest, all bar Dave M, being the Moderate group. DM decided he had to get back home, as he had another cycling meeting to attend, despite my proposed route going past his front door.

 So, today’s moderate group was 10 people, but only 9 bikes :-) Dave Pipe & Liz were joining us, on the E-tandem, which was a first for one of my rides.

Before I get into the who’s who of our Merry band, I would like to thank my 2 volunteer ‘tail gunners’ (the 2 Steve’s) They made me feel almost important, as they kept insisting I carried on forward to lead the group, each time they took it in turn to bring up the rear. This happened with a synchronisation worthy of a Tour De France police escort :-)

 And so it was, that I became the Leader of the moderate group, thanks to that sly old dog (Dave H) He virtually press ganged me into the role, after he threw his arms in the air with a distinct look in my direction, proclaiming he didn’t have a clue as to a route and neither did anybody else- Lol.

Feeling the pressure (not) I therefore proposed a 40-mile local meander, stopping at Walk Mill cafe for lunch, as I thought it would be a bit different for most, which I later discovered was about right. Most had not been to Walk Mill before or at least, not since pre Covid.

 That said and bucking convention, my route, although largely flat, did have a bit of a kick in the tail, which meant the whole route should be roughly 2000 feet of ascent and mostly all after Walk Mill (shock horror :-)) That revelation produced a couple of frowns, but surprisingly didn’t deter Dave & Liz (I wonder why that was - Lol). I later found out that DP was only worried about the downhill bits, as his E-tandem, although good up hill, is a bit slow on the flat, as they struggled, during the first half, when the pace occasionally lifted above 15 mph ( his words by the way :-) For those who don’t know, all legal E- bikes are limited to a max of 15 mph, which means you have to really work hard to go any faster, hence DP’s worries.

 Another thank you too to Allan (one of the good guy’s it seems- Lol) for the unnecessary, but gratefully received, gas cylinder.  I had helped him out last month with a puncture, giving him a gas cylinder after he used the 2 he had. That said, I would love to have a fiver for all those I have helped and never as much as received acknowledgement, let alone a replacement item :-(

 Off we trot ( Allan, Steve T, Andy, Dave H, Dave P & Liz, Steve Hu, George, Mike & yours truly) Turned left out of Rose Farm and within half a mile left again into a mucky, but paved track, that shocked a few of the group. I took the short cut up over the Tarporley ring road that leads into a favourite series of lanes towards Eaton & Bunbury (as usual with my rides, it’s more about the journey than the miles or speed, which I like to think is ostensibly the ethos of CER’s :-)

 Only a mile into the ride and a couple of comments were hurled from behind about the nature of the cyclocross route- Lol. My little uphill track was thrown in purely to avoid Tarporley (rather like DH and his hatred for Malpas :-)) It wasn’t long before the comments became more complimentary about the lovely lanes we were now on, as they were smooth, dry and mud free, until Bunbury, as again I threw in another lane most didn’t know, after a brief detour via Alpraham (Garmin tried to direct me down a road that didn’t exist- Lol)

 Once around Beeston and down to a gem of a hump back bridge at the ‘Shady Oak’, we head left at Brassey Green towards Waverton. However, I decided to detour again, through Hargrave, in order to save the group from the headwinds of the exposed canal road.

 It was at this point I also decided to spend a few minutes at the back & provide encouragement to the ‘old codger’ (you know, the one with the Lilly white legs and a paper version of a Garmin on his handlebars-Lol) He was having a tough day, after the flu, which had robbed him of his legs.

The group didn’t really need me by this point anyway as they had sussed out where they were and knew the next turning to Walk Mill. By the time I got to sit down Liz was already eating, they must have flicked the turbo button on the tandem :-)

 Notwithstanding the admiration for the orangery we were sitting in along with the dulcet tones of the mill stones grinding out flour, the conversation moved on to solar energy/ heat pumps etc. On our table at least. Trevor’s story, from his working days, of an old gent who provided hot water to his house by simply painting an old radiator black and plumbing it from his garden lead me to regale about my days of desert camping.  We used to camp a lot at the Red Sea and showered using a 5 gallon Jerry can in a black bin bag, sat on the roof of my Land Rover (after only 2 hours in the sun, it would sometimes be to hot - Lol) The simplicity of this concept of solar power seem to surprise George (not been around much, bless him- Lol) The poor man would again surprise us later on in the ride :-)

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Lunch done, we set off heading West past DM’s house (Oscroft) and beyond past the Blue Bell cafe. Just a few miles further on we arrive at the junction near Manley Mere. At this point Trevor decided to bail out on us, realising the hilly section was not far away (some say he is in fact ‘Obi-Wan Kenobi’ in disguise, due to his wise decisions on when to bail our rides- Lol)

Now heading SW toward Kelsall, on another favourite lane, a few started to ask where we were going, clearly getting concerned about the promised climb of Yeld Lane.

However, just as we were getting close to Kelsall we had to stop as there was now growing concern, in the ‘peloton’, for poor old George. He was apparently saying “hello Steve” to random cyclists going the other way. No sooner had we stopped when George started to jibber about seeing Steve Hayworth, so I decide we better check him out with a few fingers waved in front of his face.  Turned out his eye’s were fine, he was simply having a senile spell, “bless him”. After a shout from the back “don’t be daft you old fool, SH is on holiday”, we set off again -Lol. After only a few hundred yards and true to the spirit of CER’s, I noticed Mike had adopted a riding position just behind George, clearly keeping an eye on the poor man-Lol.

 It wasn’t long before we arrive at said Yeld Lane and DP/Liz were off, showing us the virtue of an E-bike. I decided I wouldn’t challenge their efforts, as I had a few extra miles to do after the ride (kidding myself-Lol) At the top, I shout at everybody, as they go by (hiding behind a bush, admiring the view) to wait at the bottom crossroads while I waited for the ‘old codger’.

To my surprise, he hadn’t climbed off and was spinning that amazingly low granny gear of his. However, the grimace on DH’s face, on reaching the top caused me to day dream a little about what medical support DP might be carrying in that huge pannier - Lol Not sure where he got it from, although the large print down one side says ‘Dandy’s for Hire’ :-)

 The climb conquered, we set about the easy run in to Rose Farm, with just a couple of little uppy bits to go, after admiring the llamas in the field at the top of the infamous Chapel lane, which we promptly descended. Now at the bottom, Allan had a ‘deja- vu’ moment, when I pointed out that this was where he had a puncture last month. He then got off his bike and proceeded to roam around the trees, as though he was doing a rain dance or something. This prompted some inquisitive remarks as to what he was doing. “I left my mini tool behind when I had that puncture” was his response. The fact that it was at least a month ago, didn’t seem to phase his belief that it would still be there- Lol.

 I was now wondering what other eccentricities I was going to experience on this ride however, with only a couple of miles to go to Rose Farm, surely nothing else could surprise me :-) We arrive at Rose Farm with the whole group still intact, minus Trevor of course and just a tad under 40 miles and 2000 feet of ascent completed :-)

 Shortly after ordering  my usual decaf coffee and a lump of their cracking choc cake, George turns up at the table having ordered exactly the same drink & cake (starting to worry about him now, although it could have simply just been ‘Idol’ syndrome- Lol) However and despite me insisting on him having the bigger slice, he begged me to take it off his hands, as apparently he doesn’t eat desserts and as it was his 2nd! lump of cake that day, probably felt guilty about the big slice- Lol.

     Photo by ST

Just as we tuck in to said cake, I begin to realise Mike must have spent too long riding next to George, as he was starting to display the same sort of confusion that George was having earlier. DH mentioned a possible Xmas bash pub, which Mike then queried,  “where’s the Pant-Y-Ochain”? After a bit of a discussion we realised that Mike couldn’t even remember where his own local pub was located, at which point George tried to prompt his memory (couldn’t help but chuckle - it was the blind leading the blind - Lol)

 What a great day with 2 cafe stops, good company and some funny moments.

I decided to take the long way home and made it just before a heavy shower hit, having completed 68 miles and 2600 feet on my Garmin. I spared a thought for Andy, as I watched the rain, who as usual was riding back to Mold- ish :-) and even more miles than me.

 I hope everybody enjoyed it as much as I did. Of course, there has been a little poetic license employed in this report, although, I still worry about George, bless him- Lol.

Just realised that there were no punctures during the ride :-)

 Til next time

NT

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