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

15th February 2024 : Whitchurch ( mod+)

Having been not sure until this morning whether I'd be riding at all, I ended up getting to Alison's so early that I'd finished my beans on toast by the time any other riders arrived. 

It was worth the wait though, as a bumper crowd were taking advantage of a positively balmy (for February) 13°C day. Most of them opted for a mod ride, leaving just John M, Ken, Alan and myself (Matt) fancying a slightly brisker ride. This reduced to three when John decided his skipping chain was going to be too much impediment and opted to ride home again.

Comparing available routes - all with a southerly bias to give us a tailwind leg back - we decided that John's was the best option. However, technical gremlins intervened and it proved impossible to send the route to me. Thus it was that the three of us set of on my 70km clockwise route, heading north initially, then east through Huxley. It was at this point that I realised my rear derailleur battery had run out. Fortunately, I always carry a fully-charged spare so we were not detained for long. We continued east in unexpectedly sunny weather through Eaton, Tarporley and Wettenhall, comparing notes on bicycle technology and gadgets, before heading south into the wind towards Nantwich. 

The headwind was stronger than any of us expected and we were glad to get a little respite as we turned towards Whitchurch. I used to ride this route very often BC (Before Covid) and was sure this section was "mostly downhill", but as Ken pointed out several times, there were quite a few ups to negotiate. The roads were also an awful lot muddier than I remember and it was definitely one of those "I'm glad I didn't bother cleaning my bike yesterday" rides. The technical theme of discussions continued as Ken explained that the slightly longer version of SKS's race blades made all the difference when it came to keeping mud and crud off your bottom bracket and pretty much everywhere else. So apparently, those extra couple of inches have served him well, phnarr, phnarr!

Just before cresting the last hill before Whitchurch, Ken and I realised that Alan had disappeared off the back, and set off to find him. Apparently he'd shouted that he'd punctured about 5 minutes earlier and neither of us heard. Whilst Alan replaced his tube, yet more technical discussion and tips were exchanged on some of the pitfalls of tubeless tyres and how to live with them. Ken shared his insights from working in the motor trade decades ago at the time that car tyres began the switch to tubeless.

Finally, we made it to Whitchurch a bit later than perhaps expected and chose on sight a cafe in the town centre - conveniently opposite some metal fences perfect for locking bikes to - for our "lunch" stop. The cafe - Benjamin's - turned out to be very welcoming to cyclists and is definitely somewhere I'd stop again.

We set off again with a much appreciated tailwind, through Malpas and Tilston, all feeling that we'd done maybe a bit more work than we'd ideally have liked. Along the way, we were treated to a display by a huge flock of fieldfares (at least I think that's what Alan - our resident twitcher - said they were). The rain made an appearance at this point, but it was light and much later than advertised. We also encountered a river flowing down the road where drains had overflowed. Fortunately, the water was clear and easily negotiated. At Tilston, Ken headed home via Holt, whilst Alan and I continued north through Clutton back to Tattenhall. Near Chowley we were treated to another flooded road, this time with murky water - Alan led the way and managed not to disappear into any submerged potholes, so we escaped with just damp feet.

At Tattenhall, I waved goodbye to Alan and continued home to Chester through Waverton. I'd clocked up just over 100km and enjoyed a good ride with great company in suprisingly good weather - almost spring-like.

Postscript - during lunch I got a text notifying me that my new sofa was being delivered on Friday, while my wife was still away, and Ken very kindly offered to help me shift my old furniture out of the way. I simply wouldn't have been able to do this without Ken's help - at least not without doing myself an injury! Things like this remind me what a great bunch of people we have in CER and how lucky I am to be a member of this fantastic club! I definitely owe Ken a couple of beers next time we're on a ride with a pub stop!

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MT

Photos  MT

15th February 2024: Whitchurch (mod)

I had cycled down to Alison's with a couple of ideas for rides either to the Bhurtpore at Aston or the Black Bear at Whitchurch. I was convinced that Dave H would go for the former but he surprised me by suggesting the Black Bear. So Whitchurch it was.

There were ten members out for what would be a partially wet ride. Six of us formed the moderate group and I led out Andy B, Dave H, David M, George and Ray. We headed into the wind towards Whitchurch via Chowley Oak, Carden and Tilston and after passing through Threapwood and Tallarn Green we had to negotiate a couple of roadworks. After clearing these we crossed a couple of 'A' roads and passed through the village of Hamner. We were delighted to see that the Hanmer Arms was now open again. This has often been a favourite eating place for us and I'm sure it won't be long before we visit it again. It was too early for us to call there today so we carried on, climbing out of the village and heading for the Ellesmere – Whitchurch road. It's a busy and fast road but wide enough for vehicles to give us a wide berth.

We followed the main road to the outskirts of Whitchurch and crossed the A41 roundabout with ease before turning towards the town centre. The church soon came into view which was a good beacon for us as the Black Bear was right across the road from it. Despite being quite busy we were given a warm welcome and after parking our bikes at the back were soon sitting down to a hot meal, fish & chips being the choice for four of us.

The return should have been easy with the wind now behind us but as we got back onto our bikes the promised rain was starting and it would be with us for most of the way. We left Whitchurch passing the old hospital before turning up past through the golf club. Not the easiest of climbs, especially straight after lunch, so we stopped at the top for a rest and took the opportunity for a photo. While the roads on the way out had been pretty good we were now on some very muddy roads as we headed through Wirswall, Marbury and Bickley and by the time we we arrived at the back of Cholmondley Castle there were six bikes in need of a good wash.

Photo by TC

David left us just before we reached Bickerton and Andy left soon afterwards to make their own way home. The rain had eased off by this time as I led the rest of the group over Harthill and back down into Tattenhall. It was certainly a ride of two halves with dry conditions in the morning and rain and mud in the afternoon. Despite the weather a pleasant 36 miles riden in very mild weather for the middle of February.

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TC

 

8th February 2024: No ride

 The rain was pouring down and the temperature was 2 degrees, with the threat of snow when I drove down to Meadow Lea. Arriving there I could see no bikes and the cafe was full of silver surfers quaffing their morning coffees with not a cyclist to see. I was joined a few minutes later by Dave H and then, out of the rain, by Ken in full wet weather kit. Whilst he was dry, his hands were frozen as the wind chill had brought the temperature below zero as he rode in from Rosset. He had planned to ride if anyone else turned up , but would ride home as there were no takers.

So, no ride today, but, hopefully, better conditions next Thursday when we gather at Alison's

ST

1st February 2024: West Kirby (mod)

There was a decent turnout at Ness, and it was enjoyable to have a bit of banter with our friends in the aspirational group. Please note that this banter was of the air fried 2024 variety with absolutely no hints of Micky Flanaganism. So, the leisure group consisted of Andy and Mike from Wales, Trevor who had ridden from Guilden Sutton, myself “from the edge of Frodsham”, and Ray from round the corner. Never having led on The Wirral, I chose a route that avoided too much urban confusion, and was largely along quiet lanes through the middle of the peninsula. Our destination was to be a café I thought I could rely on in West Kirby.  

In order to stretch the miles out a little we headed south west to Burton before hitting the A540 near Badgers Rake House and then heading for the Oaks Farm track and the nice backwater lane with attractive houses beyond. At the Willaston-Hooton road we turned right, and then first left and on to Raby. Without a Garmin, I just had to check properly at the Raby mini junctions before carrying on up to Thornton Hough, Brimstage and Storeton. It is invaluable in these moments to have the know-how of Mike Gilbert (British orienteering champion 1905-1908 ) and Trevor’s Caravan Club field-seeking navigation skills. I would also like to commend the help from Ray’s local knowledge, and Andy’s vast audaxing experience, but I can’t: these two were as much use as the proverbial chocolate fireguard. 

We were crossing our fingers on approaching the M53 underpass just before Storeton, because last time it was impassable with floodwater, but we were alright; the drains must have been cleared. From Storeton we headed west to Barnston, then to Pensby, Irby, Irby Hill and round Royden Park. It was at this stage that I recognised The Farmers Arms at Frankby, where I was privileged to be handed the baton as club secretary by Bryan Wade a few years back. 

We finally approached West Kirby via well-heeled Caldy, passing the former Moby Dick a popular meeting place for the young in the swinging sixties. I led the troops to the café I thought I could rely on, but it had been demolished! Ray had suggested the café on the front, but we guessed it would be too busy in such a popular location. We headed back down Banks Road where I had spotted an attractive corner café with some tables available a few minutes before. The food at Cibo Italiano was very good, and the service was friendly, but it was a bit busy for just two people running the whole operation. We left for our return ride a little later than desirable. 

The views along the remodelled seafront were as attractive as ever. Ray led us down the side road for accessing The Wirral Way. It was helpful that the guys were happy to use the Wirral Way to ensure a flat and direct return. They were willing to tolerate some bike cleaning when they got home. I am not so sure that they would have been so happy on a £6,000 bike, but at a rough estimate our five bikes together wouldn’t meet this evaluation. Like last week’s ride to Overton, after a full twenty something miles out we had a short, fast, largely wind-assisted return.                              

Photo by Mike G

On returning to Ness we arrived just as the aspirational group also arrived. This avoided any problems for Steve Tan and myself as we had shared a lift, but Steve had left his mobile at home. I remember a similar problem a few years ago when Steve had arrived at Jim Dale’s and waited ages in the garden in very cold weather for our return. Thursday is when Diane takes her returns to M&S in Chester, so there was no one to take him in!  Anyway, today we had enjoyed a mainly rural route in good weather and relaxed company. I particularly appreciated Mike and Andy making the effort as I know that they had already been on rides with their Welsh friends this week. About thirty-one miles covered today just from Ness and back, more miles for Mike, Trevor and Andy.     

DH 

1st February 2024: Egremont (mod+)

Well the first ride of February for CER was well attended. Often this starting point can be a low attendance or populated with riders who have ridden out and then ride home. Today we had enough for two groups, a mod and mod plus group. 

Alan had tweaked the classic Wirral route to take us to the Ferry Hotel at Egremont / Wallasey. This was a new venue to me and we were well catered for with food and drinks being served promptly. Today's group consisted of Alan Shane Steve T and Steve Hu. 

Following a delayed start at Ness gds where Steve T wrestled with his tethered bike which had been surreptitiously locked to Trevors. During this entanglement we were harangued by the mods for our striking athletic poise and looks. LOL

From Ness we skirted Neston and proceeded to cross the usually busy Chester High Rd. Maybe through good fortune or traffic light phasing but the roads were empty. The quiet lanes took us through Raby and then to the charming village of Thornton Hough. 

Next stop was Brimstage road, if we would have taken a right we would have found ourselves at a favoured lunch stop at the Brimstage tea rooms, however Alan's route continued to skirt Heswall via Irby road. 

By now it was clear we had navigation issues  as myself as back up pilot was on Version 1 of Alan's route and Alan was on Version 2. So I was cheerfully saying left and we would go right, a real winning solution. Despite the differences in the mapping we successfully crossed through Saughall Massey and onto the coast by Meols. The tide was so far out it was barely possible to see, however we found a lighthouse and stopped for our obligatory photo opportunity. 

Photos by Steve Hu

However our sea views were not to last as Alan had discovered the Birket Trail (part of the Wirral Circular Trail) a cracking cycle route that takes you north of Moreton and into Bidston. Taking our lives in our hands we braved the golfers on Bidston Golf course and followed a tortuous route out to Egremont. 

At Egremont we were treated to the spectacular views of the Liverpool waterfront and the new Everton stadium which is progressing well. 

Following lunch , we took the time honoured route around Seacombe docks and the ferry terminals, stopping only for a second group photograph. Soon we were heading into the lovely village of Port Sunlight hot of Lever Bros, a previous employer of both myself and Shane. The disused railway line provides a great alternative to the more urban nature of this leg. 

Eastham village and Rivacre road soon allowed us to whizz into Childer Thornton and Heath Lane. Alan had left the best till last putting in a cyclocross section of mud linking up a farm road which provides a good shortcut to the busy Chester High Road. A quick plunge into Burton on what were now tired legs brought us back to our start point whereby Steve T and Shane left to meet Dave at the car park. 

An added bonus was as Alan and I approached the entrance to the marsh we were joined by Andy B, Mike G and Trevor, all heading over estuary. 

Big thanks to Alan for leading a very chilled ride of appx 42 miles at a nice pace on a day with no wind/rain/ice/snow so quite unusual from our January rides :)

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Steve Hu 

25th January 2024: Overton (mod)

I was running a little late, when I became stuck behind a school minibus and another car following a lone cyclist. Fair enough, the road from Waverton to Aldford has a number of curves, which can make overtaking a risk. When the smartly attired rider waved us through, it happened to be Ivan!  He joined us for coffee at Maggie’s, before doing his own route back. It was great to see his recovery going so well. At Maggie’s it was also a pleasant surprise to meet up with Elwyn and Fiona. Ken had made the effort but had commitments that prevented him joining one of our rides.  Jim and Trevor had ridden out, but it was just Matt, Ray, Andy and myself who made up the day’s moderate group participants.  

Wet weather was forecast for some time around three o’clock, so my plan was for a fair mileage before lunch, followed by a direct return route, hopefully beating the rain. I booked The Two Doves for 12.45 and that is exactly the time we arrived. We had started out through Farndon, and the high water at the Dee bridge was notable considering that the weather had been quite dry recently. It was hard to understand how planning permission had been granted for the impressive new house against the cliffs; did they use cars or canoes to get out when the river flooded? Did Amazon use drones to make deliveries? We had a largely quiet lanes route to Tilston, Duckington and Ashton Cross before heading south west to Malpas via Hampton Heath. We were soon on backwaters again taking in Oldcastle Heath, Threapwood and Mulsford before crossing the A525 at Holly Bush and reaching Overton by way of Cloy and then the B5069. With two strong riders and Ever Ready Ray, I was sometimes in the position of the Jim Dale model of leading from the back. This didn’t always work effectively, with Matt’s experience occasionally presuming that the route in my head was logical. Ray, of course, was often cruising ahead like an unaware geriatric driving a 1952 Lanchester 14. This had been exemplified at Sarn Bridge where I surprised the troops by turning right from behind them. Andy always waits supportively for anyone lagging, but this is partly offset by him regularly pointing out that the leader doesn’t appear to know his derriere from his elbow. Ray Hardman leading would have just turned off and left them to it. If we were a formal CTC group, we could call a meeting and condemn the behaviour, waste my time writing up minutes, send copies to the officers on the local board, and ban Ray until he fitted a mud flap. As it is, we are a very relaxed, tolerant independent club, and we prefer riding and jesting to extra bureaucracy and the imposition of strict rules.

The staff at The Two Doves are very pleasant and the food spot on. Their Full English is always an essential on Andy’s athlete’s diet sheet. Conversation was lively, and a bit loud to be honest, but writing this a few days on, I can’t remember the topics discussed! Life is like that at my age, it just washes over you like water over marble, gradually wearing you down and nothing sinking in.

Photo by CER

The ride back was always intended to be shortish, but perhaps we should have reviewed it over lunch, because with the wind behind us we returned to Holt via Bangor- on-Dee in just over forty minutes, including Matt’s cleverly taken photographs at the bridge where a visiting couple volunteered to do the deed last time. At Holt, Andy and Matt set off for home, hopefully missing any rain. Ray and I were surprised to see Alan and Steve Tan cycling to the car park, but that is another story! We had covered about 44 very enjoyable, dry miles. Matt and Andy had ridden more miles and a lot more respectively.

DH 

25th January 2024: Stretton (mod+)

Today’s meet venue was Maggie’s, which we virtually took over. There were approximately 18 of us, all raring to go, after what seemed like weeks of no cycling. The weather forecast was promising, with no rain expected until after 2pm, which Jim was concerned about, as he and Trevor had ridden to Maggies. I had a hilly-ish, Mod+ meander in mind that appealed to the usual crowd, which for today also included Fiona and Elwyn. We had not seen them for a long long time ( they’ve been busy, catching up on travelling, the whole world it seems - Lol). The rest of the group were Alan, Steve (I’m not very good with pliers, Hu- more about that later- Lol), Steve T, Shaun & Clive.

No sooner had we started when my route dropped out on my Garmin. It was a bit spooky in fact, as I had just led us the wrong way down the one way lane that leads to Holt bridge. Clearly the Garmin objected to that and gave up-Lol. Fiona then piped up, providing me a defence, “if it’s one way, why are there traffic lights at the bottom” - my case rests, thank you Fiona- Lol Lol.

Our lunch venue, unusually, was only 3 miles from our starting point hence, the slightly tricked up and planned meander that was aimed at the forecasted stiffer winds, which didn’t really materialise. The local meander was also out of necessity, because of several known lane closures. What wind was out there made for a fairly brisk start, according to some of group (not my intention- honest Gov- Lol). It wasn’t long before our first pit stop occurred, after losing touch with a few of the group. Somebody had stopped, just as we got into Platt’s Lane, after spotting a mudguard in the gutter, thinking it belonged to somebody up front of course. However, none of us had lost a mudguard, although Alan later noticed his mud flap missing.

Pit stop over, we set about trying to keep up with Steve Hu, who suddenly went on one of his customary surges. Once reigned in, we crossed the A41 and headed toward the Ice Cream Farm, as we were by-passing Tattenhall. We passed Old Ma’s, which I pointed out to the group, that there was a sold! sign outside. This prompted me to enlighten a few of the group on the status of a couple of other cafes in the area that have also gone to the wall. Fiona had informed me, only the day before, that Manorwood cafe had recently closed, which was news to me, as that was my original lunch venue- Lol. Again, only the day before, I also discovered, as I rode past, that the cafe in the field adjacent to Beeston Castle has also gone ( literally gone)- What’s happening, 3 local cafe’s gone?

Shortly after passing,  a somewhat unusually quiet ice cream farm, we turn right into our first bit of real headwind, once we called Clive back from going left- Lol (I reckon he should return those hearing aids-Lol). After a brief stretch of headwind we start to head up hill towards Burwardsley, at which point we met our second tractor, cutting hedges. You never used to see hedge cutting at this time of year.  I could go into the reasons for this and a few other things like the unusual local flooding, but the fun police might get on my case, so I will park those thoughts for now. 

No sooner had we got past the hedge trimmer when, yours truly, got a puncture, just as I turned into School Lane. Unfortunately, the puncture dragged on a little, as Fiona pointed out with great delight. She had decided to carry on at her own pace up over Harthill. So of course she had plenty of time, waiting for us to catch up. Far be it from me to cast aspersions, but the prime reason for the delay was the person on the pliers, trying to remove the thorn from my tyre. Once we got an engineer in charge of said pliers- job done- Lol Lol Lol (bless him). To be fair to Steve Hu, oh flip! Did I reveal ‘bless him’s’ name- Lol. He is always the first to lend anybody a hand, pick up stragglers or go back for missing people- bless him!

Photo by AO

Now on our way again ‘bless him’ pointed out that the last time I rode with CER, I’d had a puncture. This prompted me to consider if CER was a bad omen for me, as I have had  only 2 punctures over the past year and both with CER. When I consider that 80% of my cycling is on my own, I am forced to again ask, “what is going on?” Lol.

We picked up Fiona, as we all struggled over the top of Harthill- well I did at least.  Anyway, after a few short recovery gasps, we cracked on to Bickerton. I decide not to head over the ridge, as planned, via my favourite Goldford Lane, as we were now late for lunch by about 15 minutes. Instead, we take the much easier ‘Long Lane’, which was not only flatter, but also saved us a half mile. 

Despite this lane being relatively flat, the headwind was now having an effect on me and I called for somebody, who had some legs, to get on the front. With that, Shane came forward, however, he set a pace approximately 50 feet ahead of us, which sort of defeated the object- he’ll learn- Lol.

It was shortly after this that the ride became something more akin to a ‘Clive’ ride- Lol. Suffice it to say, that Coach Road was a mud bath, much to my annoyance, as I had ridden it the day before and it was clear (honest gov). The farmers had had a field day since then, so I do not accept responsibility for this.

I would also like it known, in this modern age of mutual respect and a need to be mindful of each other’s sensitivities/mental health, that I did not appreciate the tirade of abuse I received from some of the group. They shall remain nameless of course, because I have more respect and consideration- oh sod it! - It was Fiona and Steve Hu- Lol Lol.

So what if we got plastered in mud and water. What the group failed to realise was that our ‘journey’ was  supposed to be all about the memories and everlasting bonds forged through adversity and companionship. Those bonds should not only build partnerships but also encourage self esteem, thus empowerment leading to discovery and the pursuit of even greater endeavours. Do I hear some of you say “what a load of tosh”- Lol, Lol.

It wasn’t long before we were whipping along, down into Tilston and in to the Lost Barn, which was heaving. However, our tables were reserved. Granted there was a long queue, but it didn’t seem to bother anybody.  Lunch was lovely, if a bit expensive.

After a few queries to me as to what the run in to Holt was going to be, I discover that the whole group was abandoning me. Everybody seemed  to have their own idea on how to get back to Holt or head for home. My heart was deeply wounded of course- Lol.  It meant I could get another small hill in, via Carden Park and be home by 2:30- yipee!

So, there is no more to this story, which, no doubt, you will all be disappointed about, as I know how much you look forward to this diatribe- Lol, Lol. I got home, roughly around 2:30 with 40 miles on the clock and a few more upward mtrs than I expected. Hopefully, everybody else made it home without incident. This ride was in fact a new personal record for me, as I have lost several cyclists from the group before, as they all peel off for home or whatever, but this was the first time I had lost everybody!- Lol.

Great day out with some good banter as usual.  Thanks everybody. Remember folks, as the Chinese always say; “a good ride is made by the people involved and the journey they take”- Lol. 

Till next time folks- ‘Tales Of The Unexpected’ - Lol,Lol.

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Neil

18th January 2024: Wrenbury (mod)

It was stone cold and icy when I picked up Steve Tan. The first test of whether the roads would be rideable was our careful drive to Rose Farm.  All was fine until the uphill stretch of Utkinton Lane, when we encountered a hundred yards of total glacier. The Berlingo had no difficulty on a light throttle, but we wouldn’t be cycling over this down to Cotebrook later! It was great to see Keith out for the first time in two years and meet Steve Haywood who had managed to drive up for coffee. Steve is making progress after his operation, which ended his sciatica pain, but left him with a long journey towards a full recovery. We will all be very pleased if he can cycle with us again this summer, and also begin ticking off the last forty Monros on his list. Reliable Ray had  arrived from the far west, and Dave Matthews turned up in civvies, as he is one of the sensible ones when it comes to ice (shades of Ray Hardman).

It was a struggle to consider any route from this venue and back that was likely to be a reasonable risk. In the past I’ve ridden with George from Cleopatra’s to Bangor-on-Dee or Overton in icy conditions, but we were able to stick to decent “B” roads and considerably reduce the jeopardy. I suspect that a few years back these roads were probably gritted, but from Utkinton today comparable roads out were not obvious and were unlikely to be gritted.  If you were a cycle tour leader, a p.e. teacher or inviting a neighbour out for a ride, then the only decision would be to cancel. As it is, there were three of us that were old enough and experienced enough to make our own independent decision to enjoy the challenge (or perhaps we were the three with the lowest I.Qs in the club!)  Steve Tan is an intrepid character but considering that he is still not fully recovered from his recent fall on ice from this venue, had to let his head rule his heart; he managed to ride back safely to Runcorn via Tarporley.  I think he was more concerned with leaving Lesley with all the funeral arrangements, rather than fearing the risk.

So, Ray, Keith and myself headed straight to Tarporley, before turning up past the high school and on to Eaton, from there it was a familiar route to Wettenhall. I stopped to make a lunch reservation at 18 The Park, but otherwise we started to make reasonable progress, despite our necessary caution in the conditions. The air was still, the sky a brilliant blue and the rural scenes a photographer’s feast. The lethal iced curves past Cholmondeston Bridge (where Steve Tan had fallen) were negotiated especially carefully.  The road surface here forms more than a steep camber, it is really a dangerous drop through subsidence, and would present a hazard even for a car to straddle. A corner- cut on the thin lane to Poolehill was ruled out today, so we took to the A51 at Reaseheath, missing the Welshman’s Lane link to Nantwich, which was also likely to be rough and icy. At  Burford it was a relief to exit the main road and then reach Acton, turning right at  the church  into Monk’s Lane. The quiet Raven’s Lane was a nightmare in the ice last time, so we took a chance on the “Road Closed” sign and used Swanley Lane to reach Ravensmoor. We then thrummed along to Wrenbury, with Keith cracking the whip. The staff at 18 The Park were friendly, and we were able to have a laugh with them. The food was excellent and well- presented. Keith treated himself to steak, and then kindly insisted on paying for my meal. Jim Ratcliffe must pay his staff generously!

Our bikes were left in the winter sun at lunchtime, but there was ice rattling around in my water bottle as we set off for Bunbury via Chorley, Burland and Haughton. The north-west breeze was light but chilling. I can’t wait for my replacement merino wool base layer to be delivered! Vigilance would be required to the end if we were to stay upright. As a club we have experience of ”giving it a go” in adverse conditions. Who remembers climbing over a fallen tree on this route  before Chorley bank, after we had already climbed over one in Tilston? For that matter who remembers riding to our Christmas lunch at Parkgate in a storm at high tide? Mike Gilbert will never forget his ride back to Rhos on Sea after lunch with the trains cancelled!  Anyway, at Larden Green, out of expediency, we took to the sort of hazardous little lanes we had sensibly ruled out all day. There was a flooded section circled by ice, but we managed to reach the A534 without mishap. It was plain sailing to Bunbury, more so for Ray with his silent power assistance, his upright cruising reminding me of the stately progress of 1952 Lanchester Fourteen. Now to execute the plan to avoid the inevitable sun starved icy tarmac on the north side of Beeston Castle, and an unintended slalom down to “The Shady”. After passing the primary school in Bunbury we cycled north on the A49, plunging down under the railway bridge and over the canal, before climbing to the attractive little village of Tiverton. It is always an uphill finish to Rose Farm, but it was a pleasant change to approach Tarporley via Tiverton Hall and Pudding Lane. A beautiful day with easy company. It was as if Keith had never been away. Tanny would have loved it! About forty miles covered.

DH

11th January 2024: Holt (mod)

There was a good turnout at Hawarden. The Pursuit Café was closed, so we enjoyed our coffee in the impressive Gladstone Library building.  Steve Tan was prepared to ‘have a go’ with the brisk group, despite still recovering from his icy accident. The moderate team for the day consisted of Big Ray, George, Trevor, Andy and me.  It was good to have Andy back off the bench, another one of us without a real clean bill of health but enjoying riding if at all possible. Trevor kindly agreed to lead, either to Pant yr Ochain by a roundabout route, or Maggie’s at Holt, or even Bangor on Dee if we had time. Trevor’s local knowledge was very effective once we had cleared the climb through Bilberry Wood. The little downhill lanes took us past Burton Tower and on to Rossett. Various deviations were taken around Marford and Gresford which linked a number of narrow lanes in a green lacework of a route skirting Wrexham and its industrial estate. 

George and I talked about the unnecessary risk taken by many football teams of insisting on intricate passing out from the back. If only Guardiola had us on his coaching staff!  By the time we were passing Clays golf course the decision had already been made to take lunch at Maggie’s.  Another quiet lane had us on a fast-track northeast to Holt. After safely negotiating the iffy dog leg at the A534  we pass Bellis’ garden centre, which for those who have been in the club a long time, associate with Hildegard, the former lively hostess of what became Cleopatras. Some of us had the full breakfast at Maggie’s, whilst the seemingly more moderate orders of George and Roy were spoilt by their late rush for ‘afters’! Andy told us of his recent trespassing ride with Clwb Seiclo Ruthun which aroused the wrath of the resident Welsh farmer. Trevor’s planned flight in a Spitfire sparked a lot of interest. Ray was still trying to convince us that paying for days getting to somewhere while surrounded by hundreds of status conscious strangers and heaving salt water, was preferable to relaxing in a private villa for a fortnight.

George offered to take us the most direct way back to Hawarden.  The weather had been  pleasantly quiet for cycling so far, but the slight breeze in our faces after lunch was cold. We ate up the miles on George’s route via Dodleston and the cycleway to beyond British Aerospace. Along the way, Trevor had left us to return to Guilden Sutton. The last pedal pressing past Hawarden Castle wasn’t too onerous after such an easy return. I was able to return to Runcorn in time to get Harry the dog out; just as well, because Lynne was in the pub! About 32 miles covered.

DH

11th January 2024 : Kinmel Bay (brisk)

After finding the Pursuit café closed, we all crossed the road to the very grand ‘food for thought’ restaurant in Gladstone library. Probably the noisiest customers they’ve had in a while!

A good turnout for a Hawarden start and good to see Steve Tan back in the saddle after his tumble. With seven briskers, Clive, Ken, Matt, Shane, Steve H , Steve T and myself we set of west towards (not so) sunny Rhyl's Kinmel Bay.

Unfortunately Steve T was having mechanical issues (the mudguard again) and was forced to retire near Northop. Shortly afterwards we hauled our way up Middle Mill lane, and up over the Halkyns. No one was complaining of being cold after this! Shortly after Babell, Steve H had to retire; he had been suffering from a virus all week, so he set off for a coffee in Caerwys and an early bath!

A fast decent down to Rhuallt found us then on the Cwm road with its panoramic views all the way to the Great Orme. A great view despite the grey winter's day as we head for Rhuddlan. As we all know Clive can’t resist a "caarstle", so we follow him on a slight detour down to the very nice one at Rhuddlan for our customary group photo. Wiki link to the castle here

At Edward 1st's Rhuddlan Castle

We now head along the River Clwyd path towards Rhyl. As we pulled up at the Hub café in Kinmel Bay, it was nice surprise to see Mike Gilbert albeit briefly as he was just leaving the cafe. 

So after a welcome lunch, we wound our way through all of the repair works on Rhyl prom, and then along the sketchy sand covered cycle path to Prestatyn. A quick ride through the golf club then the holiday park brought us to Talacre and thence a turn around the Point of Ayr former coal mine but we avoided the muddy section of path after Talacre  and then join the main drag back to Flint. 

Onwards we charged through Mostyn via the unavoidable A548. It was at this point, as the group's flashing rear lights grew ever distant, that I realised why it is called a brisk ride! 

I headed homewards in Flint, and later learnt that nobody did take Papermill Lane back to Hawarden. In Shotton, Clive and Matt headed for Chester via the Greenway whilst Ken and Shane headed vaguely towards Rossett.

A minimum of 53 miles today and more for some and thanks to Clive for route assistance and his extensive historical knowledge!

AO

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4th January 2024 : Church Minshull (brisk)

An excellent day was in prospect for the first ride of 2024 given the weather forecast was for a cloudless though cool day with light southerly winds. Eight to ten riders arrived at the Delamere cafe, some just for coffee, and unusually, there were more brisk riders than mods.

With a lack of ride options on offer, I put forward a brisk ride of 46 mls to the Aqueduct Marina at Church Minshull. Shane, Alan and Matt took up my offer and we departed on time. Initially we headed out through Kelsall before turning south via Beeston to enter Bunbury. Here we changed direction crossing over the A51 and, following a speedy meander through the lanes around Wettenhall, we arrived at our lunch venue at the Aqueduct Marina with 27 mls completed. Our food orders were very speedily delivered and within an hour we were ready to depart for Delamere.

Considering the amount of rain we have been subjected to recently, our route was in a surprising good condition with only a few areas standing water and debris to negotiate. Our return leg was out past Oulton Park race circuit where Matt, who had cycled in from Chester, decided he would leave the group and head for home making his a ride of approximately 75 miles.

Myself, Shane, and Alan had left our vehicles at Delamere, so we continued on, crossing over the A54 through to Sandiway and Norley before arriving back in Delamere and completing today’s 46 ml circuit.

The first ride of year was ridden in near perfect conditions as the forecasted weather proved to be correct. There were only a few pockets of standing water to negotiate and there were no mechanical or navigational issues. So all in all, a totally uneventful and peaceful start to the New Year cycling programme.

Thanks to Shane, Alan and Matt for their company today.

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KP

Photos AO and MT

4th January 2024: Comberbach (mod)

There was only a small turnout for the first CER club ride of the new year. Dave H had planned a ride to the Spinner and Bergamot at Comberbach but because of a last minute problem at home he hadn't turned up. Matt had a ride to Hartford but decided to go with the brisk group instead. That left just Ray and myself for a moderate ride and I had no idea where to go. While trying to decide where to go David M decided to join us for part, if not all, of the route and Dave H, having solved his problem, rang and said he would meet us at the Leigh Arms.

So three of us set off from Delamere Station passing through Hatchmere, Norley and Acton Bridge before crossing the Weaver to meet Dave H. The four of us then climbed up to Little Leigh and took a short diversion to approach Comberbach via Senna Lane. It was far too early for lunch so we turned right and then left into Marbury Park. We followed the Old Warrington Road before crossing the flashes to reach the New Warrington Road. We then did a loop around Great Budworth but this wasn't enough to fill the time. David M decided to leave us at this point and the rest of us headed up to Antrobus. A loop via Reeds Lane brought us back into Antrobus from where we headed over to Frandley and a second trip down Senna Lane. This time we turned left and headed for lunch at the Spinner and Bergamot.

After lunch we headed straight back to Little Leigh before dropping Dave H back at his car. Ray and I retraced our route from the morning climbing up to Acton Bridge, then Norley.  At Hatchmere I left Ray to make his own way back to Delamere Station while I headed home. He was the only one to complete the 34 mile ride. Not the most exciting route but a pleasant day cycling round the lanes of Cheshire on what had been a cold but sunny winter's day.

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Happy New Year.  

TC

31st December 2023 : Annual statistics.

The annual statistics are listed below. You can see that overall mileage and number of blogs is lower than in previous years. 

The main reason seems to be that the number of Brisk blogs halved to only 15, whereas the Mod blogs held up at the same figure of 57.

The average ride length has dropped as well; Brisk blogs tended to be longer so a halving of these this year contributed to the reduced average and the reduced total mileage ridden.

The usual ride leaders and blog writers were in evidence as well; with 42 of the 72 blogs being produced by a Dave and three Steves with a further  eight contributors as well.

We also have to face the facts that we are all a year older and probably now just thinking about that "little electric number" you keep looking at in the cycling press and local dealers.

Hopefully, the weather in January will dry up soon so that we can enjoy the ride more and wash the bike less in early 2024. It was good to see Matt well and truly back in the saddle, and we hope to see Ivan and Steve Ha back on their bikes in the first quarter of 2024

CA

Year	Mileage	Blogs	Av Miles/Ride
2008	1,137	24	47
2009	2,894	53	55
2010	2,640	53	50
2011	3,495	61	57
2012	3,615	76	48
2013	3,025	57	53
2014	3,708	72	52
2015	4,216	81	52
2016	4,325	83	52
2017	3,832	74	52
2018	4,472	89	50
2019	3,947	84	47
2020	2,030	47	43
2021	3,600	77	47
2022	4,357	93	47
2023	3,054	72	42

28th December 2023: Tilston (mod)

The venue on yet another windy Thursday was changed last minute from a shut Walk Mill to Meadow Lea. Fortunately, it appeared that everyone who intended to be out had got the message. Despite the high winds, likelihood of mid-morning heavy rain, and it still being the Christmas holiday period, several members had made the effort. Steve Tan turned up in his attractive six-cylinder BMW Z3 roadster and kindly bought me a coffee. Following his recent floor routine on ice near Venetian Marina, he was recovering, but far from ride ready. Dave Matthews has been a consistent venue attender through recent weeks of ice, flood and storms, but wouldn’t be out for the day.  Matt was riding having recently returned from cycling challenges abroad. Also riding were Clive, Big Ray, Alan and myself. It was also great to see Roy being able to make it.

There wasn’t a properly thought-out route available, but I fancied that Malpas via Tattenhall would work, with the familiarity of a large section of the ride being the same as I had covered with George last week. George wouldn’t be bored by the repetition as he was away in Skipton. We headed for Hargreave via Waverton and Greenlooms. Dave Matthews accompanied us before pealing off for home as planned. We were suffering heavy rain and fierce winds, when Roy was unfortunate to suffer a puncture. He insisted that we carry on without him and that he would catch us up later or phone his wife to drive out and pick him up. He already had his wheel out, and as it was a front wheel, and we were not in the Welsh mountains, I could see that having four people standing around getting wetter and colder was not strictly necessary.  Nevertheless, I for one think we should have stayed. Roy has gone the extra mile to help in poor weather in the past. I apologised to him later, and  I won’t leave anyone again, unless going for help, or to return with the Berlingo. Come to think of it, like Roy, I insisted on people carrying on when my wheel rim exploded some weeks ago, but I was able to spend three hours reading The Times and eating biscuits in a couple’s sunny conservatory. Not quite the same! 

My newish OS map had almost dissolved in the rain, so I was grateful for Clive’s knowledge of the lanes meaning that I didn’t have to fiddle about checking the way forward to Tattenhall. Last week Brown Knowl and Duckington had been my route to Tilston, and on to Malpas via a circuitous route through Threapwood. I felt that even heading straight to Malpas from Tilston on this route would involve climbing and be slower. However, just like last week the direct route to the A41 was closed, presumably flooded, so Clive led us to Milton Green, Handley, Coddington and Barton in a reverse copy of the return route with George last week. This alternative cannot be recommended in normal circumstances, because the A41 stretch does feel authentically dangerous on a bicycle. Still, it is an attractive and quiet little link otherwise. 

Malpas was no longer first choice for lunch. I know that Alan was feeling the wet and cold like myself. Ray was still trying to convert me to the attractions of cruises. I must admit that this aroused images of a hot Caribbean holiday for a few minutes, which diverted my attention from my wet discomfort. Mind you Ray probably had cold Denmark in mind, with Wakefield’s own pub singer Jane McDonald as the wailing, on board entertainment! Thankfully, the rain eventually stopped for the day. The Lost Barn’s coffee aromas were enticing, but the place was amazingly busy, so we finished up at The Carden Arms. Our gloves were temporarily warmed, but not dried, on the hearth of the open fire. Calls were made to check up on Roy. He had fixed his puncture, rode to his van at Mickle Trafford and driven home. I look forward to him having much better days with us in future. The staff at the Carden Arms  were great and the food fine.  I got a little mixed up over where Matt had conducted his recent cycle tour, being at the opposite end of the table. It is amazing how he has pushed on his progress from serious injury. You will have to ask him yourself about the details of his solo winter adventure. Clive had to take off smartly for a haircut in Chester.

Photo by Alan O

We returned on a quick and direct route, which was mainly wind assisted. Alan and Matt departed at Farndon, and Ray and myself rode on to Churton, Waverton and Christleton. We took the Vicars Cross route with Ray operating the pedestrian lights, whilst I was directing a car heading toward me that was in the wrong turning lane. The right turn lanes here are unusually juxtaposed, and need amending. I wonder if Jim has a council number that works? We were soon passing Ivan’s house. Thankfully, he was not falling out of a tree wrestling with Christmas lights this year. Ray and I were glad to get back to Meadow Lea. I just had time to race back to get Harry the dog out before it got dark. Coffee and cake had to wait!  Many thanks to my comrades on the day for making the effort to make a go of it when once again the weather was not enticing, and Station Lane flooded by the time we returned.

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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 

14th December 2023: Christmas lunch ride to Gresford (mod)

There are numerous traditions associated with Christmas. Christmas trees, mince pies, turkey and Santa, of course, to name but a few. To these, CER members can add the Pant-yr-Ochain at Gresford which seems to have become the venue of choice for our annual Christmas lunch ride. We've always been pleased with the food and service there so Dave H booked it again this year but this time he booked the meal for mid-day so that we wouldn't be cycling home in the dark. This meant that there were only 2 possible starting points for a ride out which would get us there in time and since we had ridden from Alison's last year we started from Maggie's in Holt this year. 

The weather forecast was good which resulted in a good turnout for the rides. After the brisk group had departed there were 11 of us left for the moderate ride. I left heading south towards the main road followed by Alan, Andy B, Dave H, David M, Jim, Mike, Neil, Ray, Shane and Steve Hu. Its only 5 miles from Maggie's to the Pant-yr-Ochain so I'd had to devise a route to get there at the right time and not an hour early. In the end I came up with a route including 2 large circles which would get us there at about the right time. So on reaching the main road we turned left then immediately right where we were confronted with a view of the fields completely covered by water. It looked more like the Lake District than the Cheshire countryside. Steve insisted on us stopping for a photo and risked life and limb by standing in the middle of the road to get one.

Photos by Steve Hu

After the photo shoot we turned right into Francis Lane and followed it until we reached the new dual-carriageway which carries traffic to the industrial estate. We wanted the road straight across but had to follow the cycle path down to the roundabout and back up the other side. A circular tour of Clays Golf Centre brought us to another roundabout which we crossed to get to Borras Hall Lane. At the top of this lane we turned right and right again, heading towards Commonwood, and in the direction of Holt. Before we completed the circle we turned left up towards Rossett, left through Hoseley and left again into Hoseley Lane. Before completing the second circle we turned right again. Some carried on here while some of us waited for a few of the others to catch up and and it was nice to see Peter. He had ridden out to wish us a Happy Christmas but had missed us at Holt. We carried on along Vicarage Lane towards Gresford and turned into the Old Wrexham Road for the final mile to the Pant-yr-Ochain, arriving with only 12 miles done and with 10 minutes to spare.

As we enjoyed our lunch we were reminded of why we keep going back to the Pant-yr-Ochain. Great food, great service and great company.

No messing about on the way back. We took the short route back retracing our route along Old Wrexham Road, Vicarage Lane then down through Commonwood back to Holt. At 17 miles its the shortest CER ride that I've ever done But then today was more about the lunch than the ride and we certainly enjoyed that.

Many thanks to Dave H for organising the lunch and for all the work he does for the club throughout the year. Happy Christmas to him and all our readers. 

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TC

14th December 2023 : Christmas Lunch ride to Gresford (brisk)

So popular is the CER Christmas celebration that Maggie’s at 10 am was bursting at the seams with virtually the full CER membership in attendance. The Christmas lunch is once again being hosted by the Pant-y-Ochain in Gresford, our venue of choice for a number of years and a real favourite with us all.The weather today was overcast and warm, a total contrast to last years event which was held on a very cold and icy day. 

Trevor led the mods on a loop heading south while I took the brisk group on a loop in the opposite direction to the north. I had five for company Ray S, Nick, John M, Clive plus Richard -who was out only for the ride as his planned golfing jolly had been cancelled. Ivan, one of the main pillars of the brisk group, is recovering well from his knee surgery but unfortunately not yet fit enough to attend. We will look forward to seeing him out on the bike in the new year.

The short route today is along roads that we are all very familiar with, visiting the villages of Dodleston, Kinnerton and Llay. I had posted the route earlier in the week but this was not the route we took. I decided that some extra resistance training (hills) to help sharpen our appetite’s would be beneficial and this detour was made easier by Clive’s request to visit Alf Jones’s bike shop. 

After leaving Holt, we headed out to Rossett and turned off  into Gamford Lane to join Wrexham Road at Lavister. After a few hundred metres we turned off onto  the muddy road that goes through Dodleston to Lower and then into Higher Kinnerton. At the junction of Sandy Lane, we began the detour going up Sandy Lane to Shordley where we  turned left gently descending the very wet roads to Llay at the junction with the Crown Inn. Skirting around Llay we crossed over the dual carriageway and up the very steep short climb to Gresford's 15th century Church -its  bells are classified as one of Wales Seven Wonders. (The bells are  also included in a rhyme dating back to the 18th century. See here for more information.)

We turned into Pant Lane which brought us to Alf Jones shop where Clive completed his purchase and Nick received help from the workshop to free off the seized bolts in his brake callipers. Great service from our local bike shop. Following which we continued to the ‘Pant’ with only 18 miles ridden.

The ‘Pant’ with Dave H’s help were very well organised and quickly had our group of 19 seated, fed, and watered. Plenty of noisy banter, accompanied by good food, provided a great atmosphere. A perfect way to start the Christmas celebrations.

After lunch we set off down Marford Hill where soon I turned off for home and John, Ray and Clive motor towards Chester homeward bound for a 35 + mile round trip

Dave, thanks for steering the the club so brilliantly through 2023 your hard work is really appreciated by  all members.

Happy Christmas everybody, and I'm looking forward to burning off the Christmas calories!

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KP

7th December 2023: Mickle Trafford (mod)

Despite a rather discouraging forecast, several CER members arrived at the re-arranged venue, some earlier than others, it has to be said.

Our plan was relatively straightforward - shortish morning ride and back hopefully before the rain.

4 moderates set off, Ray B, Dave H, George and myself, a bit later than planned, following the lanes up through Burton village, across the A540 Parkgate road and straight on to Willaston. Onto a rather grotty Wirral Way, but only for a short distance to the missing link and Capenhurst. The weather was breezy but not as bad as we had expected, and dryish for the most part.

We continued across the A5117, down the gated track alongside the railway and across the A41 to Backford. The lane down to the canal was a disgrace as usual - let's hope some of the £1,262,000 in extra funding that CWAC have received  from the cancelled HS2 finds its way onto some of our lanes !!

We were aiming for a lunch stop at Meadow Lea, and after a slight diversion to view the Mickle Trafford Alps, we settled down in the warmth. Naturally, a few minutes later it started to rain steadily, not good for those going back along the Greenway to Ness, but ok for Dave and myself as we only had about half a mile to do up to chateau Jim!

After a pleasant lunch, the rain was still coming down persistently, so George and Ray set off while Dave polished off a tribal size mince pie.

All in all, I was glad that we’d made the effort, and managed about 30 ish miles

Jim Dale 

7th December 2023: Ness (mod +)

On a day when torrential rain was forecast from 2pm onwards the turnout at Ness Gardens was most encouraging. Steve Hu, Alan and George had ridden over from Deeside. Ray S had ridden in from Chester and Clive & Every Ready Ray had driven in. Clive had a “tooth hurty” appointment with the dentist so was on four wheels today. Dave H was expected, however as the clock ticked past 10:20 it became clear we were secretary less.  On going to the car park, it became clear where our errant secretary was, as he and Jim were just arriving having ridden in from Guilden Sutton. 

With two groups available Ray S, Alan and Steve Hu set off following Ray’s ten year old route of the Wirral. The tail wind on leaving Ness was like a turbo charge, however its force would be less welcome on the return leg!

Ray’s route took us west of Neston and along the pretty front at Parkgate. At this point Ray regaled us on a previous memorable CER Christmas do at the boat house. On this particular day the wind and rain plus an unusually high tide led to the road being flooded and all manner of rodents making a bid for freedom from the rapidly flooding marsh. 

The long drag upto Gayton certainly warmed us up, whilst the air temperature remained a stubborn four degrees C. This section between Gayton and Heswall is certainly a millionaires' row with beautiful houses set in large grounds on both sides. Unfortunately the manner of the car drivers was less genteel as all the big SUV’s seemed to be in a rush to get “somewhere”. 

A quick dodge through Acre Lane saw us on the busy Brimstage Road. Brimstage is often a lunch stop when CER visit the Wirral, however today we were on an “out and back” route with a late lunch at the end. This plan was to try and stay inside the weather window for rain and wind. We nearly succeeded………….

Alan wanted to include the old Lever Bros railway line which runs from the centre of Port Sunlight Village to the cycleway by Riverbank Road and the Mersey. From here we had a quick spin through Eastham village before heading across the Wirral again via Childer Thornton. This route consists of some quiet lanes only occasionally crossing the busy arterial roads that feed the Wirral. 

A brief stop just outside of Burton allowed Alan to show us Hampstons Well. This well dates from 1602 and was originally called Patricks Well, It’s current name stems from a local family who lived in Burton since the sixteenth century. It is displayed that “All able bodied men of Burton were required to help keep the well clean under pain of a fine of six pence” 

Photos by Steve Hu

From here it was a gravity assisted plunge to Netts Cafe for lunch. During finer days it is quite normal to see as many a 15 to 20 cyclists all enjoying the hospitality, today there were just three. 

Ray was returning to Chester via the Greenway so he accompanied Alan & Steve  back to the Millennium Bridge, leaving Alan and Steve to retire to their warm cars. Ray's 48 miles and Alan and Steve’s 38 were a pleasant break in what feels like a week of rain and icy roads. 

Steve Hu.

30th November 2023: Wrenbury (mod)

It was a freezing day at Rose Farm. Clive had ridden up and Dave Matthews had driven; neither would be riding with us today.  For the third successive week there would be just three of us in the truly moderate group. Reliable Ray had turned up from Far Wirral on his one-horse open sleigh, Steve Tan was going to have to rein himself in, as myself and icy conditions would ensure a modest overall pace.   

We went a familiar route to Wettenhall, with a clear blue sky and quiet lanes making us feel glad we had taken the risk to ride. Steve had a popping-out problem with his rear mudguard, which it took a couple of stops to finally sort out. Ray was out of sight, up the road trying to stay in the weak warmth of the winter sun whilst waiting. At Venetian Marina I warned that the steeply cambered curves ahead could be particularly hazardous if icy. Unfortunately, Steve tried to steer himself out of the camber, and his bike duly slid from under him. Fortunately, Ray, in the middle of the road, only gave the slightest of touches with his left pedal to Steve’s helmeted head six inches above the tarmac.  We could have had a Dave Heath - Steve Forster incident, with the extra weight of Ray’s electric tank ensuring another visit to A&E. Anyway, Steve’s a tough tyke, and escaped with a sore hip. Not long after, we turned down a little-used lane to Henhull Bridge on the Shropshire Union Canal, rode a few yards on the main road, and rang 18 The Park to ensure that we could be accommodated. Raven’s Lane at the back of Dorfold Hall was pretty as ever, but a precarious choice in the conditions. It was a relief to get back on the main drag to Ravensmoor and on to Wrenbury. We arrived for lunch on time and were soon warm and well-fed. Ray was trying to persuade me, not for the first time, that I would enjoy a cruise. My response was that if I ever requested such a holiday, that I should be taken out of the care home and shot!

Photo by CER

A no-frills return route was required, as a puncture would leave us very cold and too close to dusk for comfort. Despite the low wind speed, it was a cool ride into the breeze. Nevertheless, the sun was still scintillating as we headed for Bunbury via Chorley Bank and Brindley. We made good progress to Beeston Castle, where the predictable mini glacier awaited us on the sunless north side. The road down to the canal and railway wasn’t to be trusted regarding its slipperiness. I think Steve has completed a Cresta Run in the past but was still glad to put this slope behind him without further mishap. From here on, there was the usual climbing back to Tarporley, and then Utkinton.  Steve’s fitness and light weight, and Ray’s electric assistance meant that they were ahead of me at Rose Farm. Steve was shivering badly when I arrived, and was keen to get in the Berlingo, and have the prospect of some heat.  It was the sort of winter’s day where you had to remain vigilant for ice, but overall, it was a very enjoyable ride in brilliant sunshine and good company. Mileage was eighteen out, and the same on the return route. I could have done with another extra top layer to keep warm. Steve needed a Santa costume and a pair of Dave Matthews heated cycling shoes. Ray didn’t require anything extra, because where there is no sense there’s no feeling.                 

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DH