22nd May 2025: Caerwys

 What a shock ! not only to see Mike Gilbert on an aluminium bicycle that was A not steel and B not 35plus years old! But more importantly we seemed to subject to a form of wetness originating in the sky , we later discovered this phenomenon was called rain that we have not seen in Gogledd Cymru for over eight weeks.

Thus a damp start heralded the brave riders venturing into the hills for our Welsh leg of the CER rota. Trevor fresh from his coast to coast was joined by Keith who had been training in gale force winds with Mike G on Anglesey last week and myself back from Dave M’s 80 mile Bob Clift charity ride.

 We were greeted by the waitress at 09:45 to be advised the coffee machine was “cleaning itself” but normal service would resume when they opened at 10am. Unfortunately they must have the cleanest machine in the dwyrain as it was still enjoying its spa at 10:15. Joyfully at 10:20 our coffee’s arrived.

The mod+ group consisted of young Chris Alan Kevin and yours truly. Steve T was leading the mod group with a ride to Overton. Caerwys is always a hilly route and I had attempted to flatten this out by routing through Mold and Gwernaffield. whilst this section of the route was pleasant and undulating the laws of physics and topography prevailed as we rose out of Rhydymwyn heading for Lixwm. Another series of tough climbs and descents to Ysceifiog saw young Chris a hundred yards up the road riding in his big ring whilst we twiddled away in granny gears commensurate with three ( with Kevin just two weeks ago) grandad’s.

The corner cafe at Caerwys were excellent as usual providing a brunch and “panad o de” for under £9. On leaving the cafe a stinging vote of no confidence in the tour guide led to Alan taking over the reins of the return journey. He was voted in with a manifesto to remove as many hills from the route as possible and in fairness succeeded. A high level route taking in Babell Pentre Halkyn and Rhosesmor soon had us dropping down to Northop. This is the preferred route for our outbound route normally. 

In Northop our trusted guide Alan departed for Flint and the baton was returned to the shaky grip of yours truly. Cognisant of the fact there were no more hills twixt Northop and Hawarden I happily led the team home, only stopping briefly to check if Chris wished to use the A55 for one section to Dobshill, as it was more in keeping with his speed and abilities LOL.

A pleasant ride with all the mods+ riding to the start venue ,so an estimate of the core route would be 39 miles with 2800 feet of climbing, not the flatter route planned.

Steve Hu 

22nd May 2025: Bangor-on-Dee

This was a day when patience was needed. We had gathered at The Gladstone Library and had ordered coffees when the waitress came to tell us that they were still cleaning the machine. So, she took any remaining orders and disappeared. A while later, she came back and told us that the machine was broken and offered us filter coffees. Almost immediately, she came back to say that the machine was now working and we could have the coffees we had ordered originally. But they came in dribs and drabs as did the toasted teacakes some had ordered.

So, it was well after 10.30 by the time we got outside to the bikes to start the rides. This was only my second ride of the year after my fall in January and various holidays, so I’d decided to go with the ‘mods’ today. My plan was to go down to The Two Doves café in Overton, a ride I’d done about a year ago. My ‘mod’ compatriots were Dave H, Keith, Ray B, Mike G and Trevor.

We set off down the hill past the castle car park and then up the steep road/track at the side of Bilberry Wood to reach the footbridge over the A55. Going down the hill I was immediately struck by how cold it was. The sky was overcast and there was a strong north-easterly wind.

Having climbed some more along Old Hope Road to cross the Mold road near Penymynydd, we were soon flying down Lower Mountain Road, crossing Kinnerton Road and into Golly and Burton. Here we crossed the railway line on the outskirts of Rossett. The wind chill had made me so cold that I stopped to put on me waterproof in an effort to keep warm.

We climbed part of the way up Marford Hill before peeling off down Hoseley Lane which took us to the roundabout on the A534 at Llan-y-pwll. After that, we followed more quiet lanes which skirt around Wrexham Industrial Estate and popped us out near Pentre Maelor. From here we threaded our way to Cross Lanes to pick up the A525 from where it was only a short run down to Bangor-on-Dee.

By this time, because of being cold, I’d decided to forego the delights of The Two Doves and to stop for lunch at The Royal Oak. Once again, our orders were swiftly taken, but the meals took ages to appear. This gave us plenty of time to swap stories about our travels. The best one was told by Mike about a time that he and his wife were staying in Sunny Beach in Bulgaria. The decided to go by train to Plovdiv for the day. When it came time to go back, they found that there were no trains that evening! The lady at the railway station was able to find overnight accommodation for them…in an army barracks!

Photo MG

Having taken a group photo outside the pub, we set off back.  By this time, the sun had come out and we were feeling a little warmer. The route took us through Bangor so that we could get back onto the A525 without going the ‘wrong way’ over the old bridge. We were soon off the main road and on Creamery Road and then on to the tiny side roads which run roughly parallel to Holt Road, but have very little traffic on them. In the winter, these often get flooded or are very muddy. Today they were dry and dusty and completely free of traffic of any kind. At the end of the lanes it was warm enough for me to take off my waterproof.

Emerging from the lanes, we crossed the A534 and headed into Holt. At this point, Trevor left us to get some extra miles in before heading home. Leaving along Borras Road and then up the B5102 towards Lavister, we pressed on through Dodleston and Lower Kinnerton to Higher Kinnerton.

That just left the last four miles for us to get back to Hawarden, but what a tough four miles it is. Although not very steep, a long climb is the last thing you need when you’re tired at the end of a ride. Having got to the top, the bonus is the plunge down Tinkersdale from the Dobshill roundabout.

40 miles covered on a day which started out cold, but wound up being pleasantly warm.

ST

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18th May 2025 : Bob Clift Memorial Rides 50mls and 80mls

Created by Bob Clift, the 150 mile Cheshire Cycleway was originally established in 1986.  This event celebrates  Bob's memory, with two shorter rides better suited to current town and road conditions. One is 80 mls and the other 50 mls. It was organised by Chester & N Wales CTC.

Today, Steve Hu, Shane and Clive were part of 26 riders who rode the 80 miler out to Congleton from Duddon. Weather conditions were ideal and we completed the 80 mls a little over  5hours at 15 mph average speed. 

Fiona and Elwyn rode the 50 mile version where 42 riders set off from Duddon as well albeit starting an hour later than the 80 milers.

Apologies for not mentioning you if other members rode today!

50 mile route 

80 mile route

CA

15th May 2025: Delamere (mod)

 With Dave H., Trevor C., Jim D., and others otherwise engaged, I arranged with George to start a ride from Hooton Station 09:30 am to Delamere and back. The route came from Komoot (reference: Wirral Cycling Group), who normally ride on Wednesdays and Sundays.

Both George and I found the ride interesting, with many of the roads being car-free. However, on the way back, my new Garmin sent George and me a different way, and we ended up on a carriageway for about 100 yards. This was a bit of a challenge, and George kindly offered the use of his map—sorry, George! Fortunately, we survived with no issues.

The ride did include a few steep hills, but for the most part, it was flat (see map). Near Delamere, we met young Chris, who had missed the fast ride (not sure if Chris overslept?). We all had lunch at the Delamere café. George initially opted for a vegan choice but changed his mind when I mentioned that beans on toast were his favourite.

The ride back was a bit more challenging, with some hills near Helsby. However, we both enjoyed exploring the new area, which George calculated to be 45 miles in total.

Ray B

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15th May 2025 : Runcorn (brisk)

It was going to be another very sunny day as I set off for the 14 mile ride out to Delamere Station cafe. I decided to ride into the Delamere parkland via the Yeld and the 2 mile forest track in preference to riding through the forest to Hatchmere crossroads. As I was ordering coffee Ivan arrived so we sat outside in the sunshine.

Very soon Dave M arrived along with Mike D. Both Ivan and I had overtaken Mike along the way into Delamere and not fully realised it. Apologies Mike! As we waited for more Easy Riders to arrive, Ivan recounted his near-death experience in Spain and how the NHS is now closely looking after him upon his return. Dave M and Ivan then compared their cardiac monitoring hardware and the scars that they now have where the kit was inserted into their chest walls!

Standard departure time of 1030 came and went, and it became clear that no other riders were going to arrive today.  Dave mentioned riding to Whitegate, maybe with Mike, as Ivan and I saddled up bound for Runcorn the long way round. I'd planned this route a while ago as I wanted to ride around Runcorn as close to the water as possible and this we did.

It was a classic route out to the edge of Northwich with the mega-surprise that part of the road up to Hatchmere crossroads was now baby's bottom smooth! Not so the rest of the Bag Lane or Hodge Lane. Just at the traffic lights at the bridge over the West Coast Line, I noticed that Ivans's rear tubeless tyre had sprung a leak and his dark bike frame was speckled with white tyre sealant. The puncture was found and judged to be self-sealed so we motored on via Winnington and Anderton to Combermere. Skirting Great Budworth we now head towards High Legh.

The next three miles was ideal cycling down lanes anew as we head through the countryside towards Sworton Heath to access Swineyard Lane. It's now a fast burn to Appleton Thorn on smooth roads which was just as well as more white spots appeared on the back stays of Ivans' bike i.e. the tyre hasn't remained sealed. Running parallel with M56, we enter Daresbury village to cross the A56 Chester road. There are mega-road works here all due to the enormous area of house building known as “Daresbury Garden Village”. Crossing the roadworks, narrow Delph lane runs downhill into the back of the Sandymoor edge of Runcorn. 

I had now plotted a course to keep as close to the Manchester Ship canal as possible as we access cycle lanes and poorly surfaced roads into the Astmoor Industrial area. Ivan snaps the old Runcorn Bridge from The Decks area where there were several old locks enumerated from Lock 3-8. We arrive at the Spoons “Ferry Boat” pub with punters spilling out onto the pavement in continental fashion. A pint of refreshing lager (one with and one without ethanol) slakes our thirsts after 30 miles from Delamere. 

To prove we went!

Time to go, as we now hug the shoreline sliding under the road and rail bridges way above our heads. Riding up to Higher Runcorn is a cinch for Ivan these days but not so for me! We pass Beacon Hill and slide around Weston picking up the cycleways to get us down to  the Sutton Weaver swing bridge. As I didn't fancy the two inclines into Frodsham, we hang a right over the river and take the NCR5 to pop out by the Bear's Paw pub. The Thursday market is still just alive with a plethora of white vans as we eschew the route back to Delamere and motor on back to Chester. 

The route back to Delamere is straight forwards at about 7 miles but it's preceded by a two mile slog towards Kingsley. All round the route would be 44 mls. Ivan and I had either 60 or 65 miles on the clock. It was remarkable that his rear tyre had kept sealed (and re-sealed itself) and it didn't affect his riding speed at all!

So a truly enjoyable day's ride with no hiccups. I knew that most of the Brisk group were otherwise engaged today but we were all somewhat surprised that other regulars were absent on such a fine cycling day

PS: As I took a shower at home, I noticed white spots on my legs and arms - Ivan's tyre sealant!

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CA

8th May 2025 : Loppington (mod)

It was a strange set-up for the Mods as we sorted out our arrangements over coffee in Chirk. Mutt and Jeff (Dave Matthews and Andy Whitgreave) were cycling back towards Chester, and Trevor and Mike Gilbert were undertaking separate, very hilly, training rides. Although Trevor and Mike made it clear that we were welcome to join either of them, Keith and I planned to ride in the opposite direction to The Dickin Arms, at Loppington. Our route soon saw us on the quiet lanes past Henlle Hall and Hindford before the so-easy riders’ scenic swoop down from Welsh Frankton to Lower Frankton. One of the two canal bridges to be crossed at Lower Frankton is ludicrously steep, and if not approached at a reasonable pace and in an appropriate gear could result in disaster. At Lower Hordley we turned off the main drag and headed up to Kendrick Park before crossing the A528 at Cockshutt on the A528 and drifting into Loppington via English Frankton.

The ‘mod plus’ group had just arrived for lunch before us on their slightly longer route. It was great to catch up with them and have an interesting conversation about current affairs. Keith was “havin’ a larf” with the pub staff who appeared as practised as Peter Mandelson in displaying amusement in the face of a nutter. The food, ambience and service at the Dickin Arms was “a cut above” as usual. I ordered an extra tea and began to think of ordering a taxi back to Chirk, but we eventually started our return on the narrow, well-surfaced lush lane to Lyneal. It was great to be in deep, green countryside in this weather, and with two old muckers together we had no demands regarding pace or finding the best route back. Colemere, White Mere, Lee, Tetchill and Welsh Frankton marked our progress. At the back of Welsh Frankton we briefly rode east to Perthy before crossing the old railway at Crickett. 

The return route had a number of steepish climbs but St.Martin’s was duly reached before the bit of a drag to the worryingly fierce A483 roundabout. The roundabout is like a neighbourhood Rottweiller which always growls menacingly as you pass its house, but has never actually got through the fence and ripped you apart; but you are aware it could happen. Keith went onto the roundabout when there was a gap, only to be loudly honked at by a car tearing around from the Chirk direction heading south. I remember us once before being nearly taken out by a car as we exited this roundabout, and I expected a punch-up to follow! Anyway, Keith sped up for the last couple of kilometres to Castle Bistro, and surprisingly, I wasn’t too far behind. 

The woman serving us in the morning had a face like thunder for some reason, but the young woman who greeted us on our return was very pleasant, so received a decent tip. We were too late to get back to Runcorn handily, so we indulged in coffee and cake in the sun at the rear of the bistro. Trevor sent a photo of his arrival at the impressive Pistyll Rhaeadr waterfall. The much-missed Mike Morley led a long special ride to this waterfall from Manley Mere some years ago, and it was Trevor’s first ride with the club. We wish Trevor “all the best” for his upcoming coast-to- coast ride. Many thanks to Keith for his good -humoured support on our ride. A modest thirty-seven or so miles covered, but a thoroughly enjoyable day out.

DH

8th May 2025 : Loppington (mod +)

To think only seven days ago we were basking in twenty seven deg C temperatures at the beginning of May. One week later and it felt like autumn, a full twenty degree change to nine deg C.

Only one brisker today, so Nick joined Alan, Kevin and myself to form a small group. I last rode this route in Nov 2021. I believe its either a Clive route (as there is plenty of grass growing in the centre of the lanes) or a Steve T.

The mods were displaying a fragmented approach with at least four different groups leaving the Castle Bistro. Our route avoided the plunge down Castle Hill by turning right towards Brongarth. We passed Trevor who was embarking on a challenging ride to Pistyll Rhaeader. This lane meanders towards Weston Rhyn before bearing right towards Hengoed. 

The lanes in Shropshire are synonymous with the spirit of CER, quiet (apart from two huge tractors), and safe (apart from the girl racer that tried to run Nick over!) . Gobowen was soon passed on our left as the road continued to Whittington. It was at this point that most of us realised where we were! A little headwind appeared here, so we were very lucky the wind whisperer wasn’t riding with us today otherwise he would have turned around and headed home - LOL. 

Soon the village of Loppington appeared and the Dickin Arms welcomed us to a well-earned lunch. No sooner than having ordered than Keith & Dave H appeared, so a very pleasant lunch ensued with Trumpy providing no end of conversation as usual. 

As we bade farewell the mods, we headed north and circled White Mere, I incorrectly advised the group we were by Ellesmere! These lanes were sublime, quite scenic and thankfully dusty, not the mud-strewn condition Chirk rides often afford. 

St Martins was busy with lots of mums collecting children, we reflected that the 20mph speed limits must be “what ever the old speed limit was PLUS 20mph” such was the pace of the motorists. 

As we crossed the A483 for the second time today, I made a rare navigation error and instead of following the canal into Chirk over the viaduct, we retraced our outward route. Everyone was polite enough not to complain. 

So a pleasant 42 miles at 13.5mph with great company and a scenic route.

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S Hu 

Photo AO

1st May 2025: Whitchurch (mod)

There was a healthy turnout at Tattenhall on a fine, sunny day for cycling. The moderate group consisted of George, Trevor, Keith, Jim, Ray Bird, Mike Gilbert, Mike Dodd, Dave Matthews and me.  Our friends at Alison’s were flat out trying to fulfil our orders, but Dave Matthews had to cancel his food, because it hadn’t arrived before we were about to ride.

We set off for the Black Bear at Whitchurch by heading for Bolesworth Castle. At Brown Knoll we turned eastwards, rounding Bickerton Hill before thrumming down past Cholmondeley Castle and crossing the A49. From here it was straightforward to Wrenbury before turning southwest to Pinsley Green and beyond. Nice, scenic lanes that George couldn’t remember riding before. I was talking to Mike Dodd about Comber Mere and the abbey there showing on my map not far away to our left. Exploration of such sites was probably best following a recce, or solo with a friend, not when leading eight riders to lunch. I understand that it is a private estate with interesting walks and you can book rooms there. There is a monumental obelisk commemorating Lord Combermere, which you can catch a glimpse of from our route.

        

Ray was first to the bar: no surprise there. The staff were a bit thin on the ground, but thankfully the food was fine and didn’t take too long to arrive. Keith sat on his own to get a bit of peace. Ray had to pause because he was served first and would have finished well-first with his large mouth. The only problem was for Dave Matthews who picked prawns that seldom arrive in bulk and consequently were accompanied with less bread than other dishes. Having missed out on food earlier, Dave was a bit miffed and would be stopping to take in more calories at Malpas later. A pleasant lady offered to take our photo in front of St.Alkmund’s church before we started our return, so Mike Gilbert was able to be in the frame for once; was that a good idea? Judge for yourself! 

Manoeuvring through the Whitchurch one-way system to find the quiet and attractive way out on the road to Alkinton is seldom easy, but with an elite team of navigators and their Garmins in support we were soon sorted. Fenn’s Bank was reached by a green lush lane through Blackoe which crossed the Llangollen Canal. We avoided all but a few yards of the A525 near Painters Green by magic, and passed Iscoyd Park before reaching Malpas by way of the steep bank at Higher Wych. I had brain-fade at the start of the climb and changed to a bigger chainring, necessitating returning to the bottom of the hill and starting again. It had been great to have Jim on the ride, but he was peeling off to his daughter’s at Malpas. Dave Matthews was also leaving us and would be heading home after his intended café stop. We bypassed traffic tangled Malpas central by way of my new favourite small lane diversion that surfaces opposite the high school. The rest of the route to Tattenhall was via Ebnal, Kidnal, Tilston, Carden, Clutton and Chowley. Only George, Ray and myself climbed back into our cars at Tattenhall with thirty- six lovely cycling miles under our belts in brilliant weather. All credit to the rest of the guys for cycling many more miles to home or their outlying parked vehicles.  

DH 

 

 

1st May 2025: Whixhall Marina (mod+)

Counted 20 cyclists at Alison’s and nobody in civies, although some were there just for coffee, but all had ridden there. I saw the fast group leave and they were 6. My group was 4, which left DH with a sizeable group, although I don’t know if Trevor, Jim & DM joined him?

My route was to Whixall Marina, the long way, in order to get a few of my favourite lanes in. My select group of 3 were Steve Hu, Alan and Kev. We set off up  Tattenhall hill and across the A41 heading for Carden Park and a steady uphill start. We were quickly into a rhythm, although not as quick as Steve as he was already up to about 100 words a minute- Lol.

Now beyond the Carden Arms and out of Tilston, we turned left into a favourite little climb of mine and our second crossing of the A41, via Scar Lane, leading to No Mans Heath. However, we bypassed NMH by riding the hard shoulder of the A41, which makes for an excellent lung stretcher, as it is almost 1k long at 2% and makes for a great dash, or it does for me- Lol.

 

I got to the left turn and realised there was nobody behind me, although Kev was not that far behind. As for the Chuckle Brothers, I think they must have been discussing what to have for lunch- Lol.

After a hundred metres or so we turned right into Flag Lane, which is a little cracker and lead us to another crossing of the A41 for the 3rd time and my reasoning for riding the hard shoulder earlier, otherwise it would have been our 4th time, within 10 miles- Lol.

It wasn’t long before we were weaving our way through the lanes of Higher Wych and an area I really enjoy. After a few more up and down miles on some very quiet  lanes we passed Fenn’s Wood and the local nature reserve.

I mentioned to the boys that we were about 5 miles from lunch, just as I heard SH ask Kev if he had been to Whixall Marina before. Soon after we turned right through Welsh End, which ironically is not in Wales- Lol. The last couple of miles to the Marina are on some of the best lanes regarding their condition. 

We arrived and found the shaded area was fully occupied. However, just as we were making a plan to move furniture, while getting our orders sorted, somebody left, luckily for us, as it was 27 degrees on my Garmin.

All contented, we sit down in the shade and set about putting the world to rights- Lol. There seemed to be a general opinion that we live in a sick country, due to the many, so called illnesses and mental health issues that are effectively crippling the country.

Anyway, jacket potatoes and sandwiches finished, we headed off again, left over Dobson’s bridge, heading towards Northwood, which, appropriately is where we turned north towards Bettisfield and across the canal once more.

Kev was now noticing the lack of recent miles on his bike, due to his running exploits, I believe.  I backed off the pace a little, as we were on schedule for a 15 mph average speed, not that it mattered on such a nice day, although I was aiming at 3pm finish due to the forecast predicting a northerly wind shift, increasing to 20 kph from virtually no wind, which we were still enjoying.

It wasn’t long before we were in Hanmer where I opted to go through the centre and on toward Tallarn Green, over Wych Brook and up the short, but wicked little left hand kicker. No sooner had I got my breath back from attacking said kicker, I turned right through Threapwood, avoiding the main drag, but I chose the wrong right- Lol. Didn’t make any difference, as there are several options in Threapwood that lead to Dog Lane and the crossing of that main drag toward Chorlton.

I think it was around that point that a brief discussion happened about the best option for Kev to get back to Chester and Alan to Holt. We had 5 miles-ish to Wetreins Lane, which I mentioned would be ideal for Kev, as he could follow Alan to Farndon and then straight on up into Chester.

No sooner said than done. We arrived at the top of Wetreins Lane and say our goodbyes to Kev and Allan, once Kev stopped apologising for slowing us down, but to be fair, we still had a respectable pace of 14.7 mph, so hardly slow.

This left me with the chatter box so I made a bit of a charge to put some space between us. However, he hung on like a limpet- Lol, so I eased and we cruised on down past Manorwood cafe and through Cuddington, where shortly afterwards I said goodbye to Steve, as he turned up Dog Lane for his 4th crossing of the A41 into Tattenhall. 

Meanwhile I cycle on past Aldersey Golf Course into Handley and home via 300 mtrs of the A41, which had become central to our ride, although I had not realised when I plotted it- Lol.

 

I got home at 2:55 with 49 miles on the clock and AS of 14..9 mph.

What a cracking day, it’s not often you get stunning sunshine and virtually no wind. Mind you, 15 minutes after I  got home that forecast wind turned up and did it blow. My Geums were all over the garden -Lol.

 

Thanks gents, till next time.

 

Neil.

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1st May 2025 : Ellesmere (brisk)

As the sunshine surely brings the caravans out on the roads, so it is with cyclists. With a very warm and dry day in prospect, CER riders filled the outside seating area at Alison's cafe today. There were three or possibly four rides on offer, but I had accepted Ivan's offered brisk route to Ellesmere.

Our Brisk group of initially six riders consisted of Ivan, Ray S, Nick, and young Chris and myself with Ken accompanying us to Penley where he would have to strike for home today. Nick modified Ivan's first 4 mile section by striking out via Barton to Tilston as opposed to going via Clutton and it's hill. Chorlton takes us to Threapwood where we cross the badlands border towards Horseman's Green.

Once we had crossed the A525 Wrexham to Whitchurch road, the lanes were smaller and generally in a very poor condition. Beyond the odd poorly-filled surface, Ray remarked that it was more a gravel ride than a road ride. Ken turns for home as Penley appears as we five slide down the dip and up and onwards on the long run in to Ellesmere at only 21 miles.

Our usual lunch stop here has been the Red Lion pub. I had asked Ken if he knew of any cafes in Ellesmere and he recollected one in Scotland Street near a patch of grass. There are two cafes in Scotland Street – “Coco” and “Cherry Tree”– I didn't like the look of Coco so further up Scotland Street was the Cherry Tree cafe sited next to a patch of grass! We sit outside in the shade and the filled paninis come out quickly, along with a baked beans and potato combo. We all enjoyed our food choice.

Ken's lunchtime recommendation

By the time we leave, the inside seating was nearly full with pensioner lunches – so suitable for most of CER then! We head back through the town passing the shining mere and now headed for Welshampton in the rising heat. Cutting off left, we take the little lanes back to Hanmer where once again the lanes are in a very bad condition south of the A525. We briefly stop in Hanmer for an ice-cream break from the small village shop and PO. Several wild water swimmers are in the mere today.

Where is this to be found? *

The Lower Wych road is mostly billiard table smooth as we roll down the hill knowing that there are two steep exits from Lower Wych. We go left and up the hill towards Oldcastle Heath. As we hit the Oldcastle Heath to Malpas road, Nick turns left for home as we turn right into Malpas. Shimmying around the back of the town, we emerge near Bishop Heber high school and roll down to the A41 roundabout heading for Bickerton and Harthill. Harthill Road is “closed” to traffic but a very large tractor coming towards me is therefore a surprise as I hit 30+mph. The road is closed all the way into Tattenhall for what reason we know not. 

We are back in the town with 42 miles ridden and as the cafe will shut in fifteen minutes, we head for Chester. All around, those coming from Chester environs will have cycled mid 60+ miles today in 25C heat. Ivan leads the charge back as I hang on his tail only to find that Ray and Chris are nowhere to be seen but apparently they had been taking a leisurely ride back into Waverton.

So thanks to Ivan for the routeing suggestion as we all had a very enjoyable day out in the countryside today.

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CA

* On the wall outside Hanmer PO

24th April 2025: West Kirkby (mod)

 There was a good turnout at Ness. Jim, Dave Matthews and Andy Whitgreave had ridden out for coffee but would not be on the moderate ride. Andy has been as scarce as curlews on Thursdays until recently, but it has been great to be able to share banter with him again. I hope he can join us more often for the day. I have an untested theory that some of our coffee and home guys are hamstrung by their downsizing to one car, and their wives being unwilling to buy a Lambretta to putter down to M&S on a Thursday. Are they being Green or mean? Keith, Trevor, Big Ray, Mike Gilbert, Andy Barber, George and I were the laid-back rovers for the day. At best, I am a one and a bit trick-pony when it comes to offering a Wirral route. Where is Brian Mac when you need him? We agreed that we weren’t too keen on ferreting around the lorry-laden industrial areas around Birkenhead, so we headed up the sunny green centre of the Wirral instead. The route we took was through Burton, Oaks Farm, then passing just north-east of Willaston onto Benty Heath Lane. It was here that I was able to disorientate myself by not heading for Raby by the obvious route. I was glad to have a wealth of navigation expertise in the group, with Trevor and his new Garmin setting the gold standard, and Ray’s local knowledge also reassuring at Raby’s little grid of lanes. We carried on in a northerly direction through lovely Thornton Hough, navigated Brimstage and headed down from Storeton to Barnston and Pensby. Keith kindly retrieved my map as it flew off my handlebars on the way down. At Irby Hill the easy route to Tanskey’s café on the promenade is by dropping down to Caldy, but the vote was to carry on to Meols via Greasby. Ray was given the lead as this is his home territory. First we had to negotiate a tooth-rattling Heron Road which had been prepared for resurfacing, and then slip onto the main road for a couple of hundred yards before heading for the prom and then Hoylake. We became a bit broken up as Ray sped ahead; nevertheless, it was a revelation to find that Ray could be useful. I wonder could he write up our next Wirral ride?! The expansive sea view was a delight, although there was a helluva lot of sand to cross before you could paddle in the waters of Liverpool Bay.

Photos by MG

Despite Tanskey’s happily taking our booking, it was over an hour before we were served, by which time the sun had largely moved off us, so we headed inside from our covered, reserved table outside to warm up. It’s a good job that we all get on so well, which meant that conversation remained cheerful and interesting despite the long wait. We largely avoid any controversial politics, although Trump does provide a free hit. Keith has a grizzle about Kier Starmer from time to time, which is fair enough, but despite his relative youth I have warned Keith that he sounds increasingly like a grumpy old man. Mind you, we all know that grumpy old men are usually spot on in their judgement on a vast range of issues!   

It was a good job that we had a shortish, flat thrash to return to Ness via the largely sheltered Wirral Way. Trevor had to get out early when he returned home, and Keith also had to ride to Guilden Sutton where his car was parked.  Trevor went off ahead, and I stopped to fasten my helmet, and was chasing to catch up the rest of the group, resulting in me hitting the metal entrance to the Wirral Way; fortunately, no damage was incurred by man or machine.  The lads eased off to enable me to hook up and we were soon despatching Thurstaston, Gayton and Parkgate at a sustained lick, before surfacing for Neston and back to Ness. Apart from the lunch delay it had been a very enjoyable thirty-four miles or so, more for George and Mike, more still for Andy, and Trevor and Keith must have clocked close to sixty. Many thanks to the group for their company and support. I hope Trevor made his Swingers evening.

DH

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24th April 2025: New Brighton (mod+)

 Another good turn out of CER members at Ness Gardens saw nine souls up for a ride out to New Brighton on a bright and sunny morning. I was a bit concerned that the usual crew of Clive, Steve Hu, Alan, Shane and myself had been joined by Elwyn, Fiona, Chris and Paul as the latter pair are capable of much higher average speeds than I can manage these days.

Nevertheless, we set off from the café, heading down to the path along the edge of the marsh to thread our way first through Little Neston and then Neston itself before wiggling through Lower Heswall and climbing gradually to cross Telegraph Road into Heswall itself. Who says there are no hills on The Wirral!

Photo by SHu standing in the middle of the road!

Then it was zooming downhill past the school to Irby where there’s another wiggle to avoid the one-way system before we reach the roundabout at Irby Hill where we swing left to head through Newton to pick up the path that runs next to the railway line and the station at Hoylake.

Reaching the seafront, Fiona asks if this is New Brighton, but I have to disappoint her as we’ve several miles to go before we get there. We run along the seafront until we reach Meols, where we turn inland, crossing the railway line just before a train arrives. Running along a road next to a housing estate, Clive, who is now leading, suddenly turns left along a footpath and I nearly take his rear wheel off as I follow him. This is a short cut that he’d spotted that last time he’d done this route which saved a longer run through the houses.

We’re soon out of the houses and running along Leasowe Road – straight into the wind which is now quite strong. Fortunately, I was able to hide behind Chris and we were soon on the seafront running into New Brighton. As usual, the Seaside Café offered their excellent fish and chips lunch which comes with a cup of tea and a slice of bread. At £9.50 it still represents great value for money, although only a couple of years back the cost was a mere £8.95.

Leaving we headed along the promenade, running past The Ferry pub at Egremont which has featured on the BBC tv series ‘This City is Ours’. We paused a couple of times to take photos  - Everton’s shiny new stadium at Bramley Dock and the Liverpool waterfront – as this was all new stuff to Elewyn and Fiona.

Everton's stadium just above Steve Hu's head!

Then we were soon wiggling our way past the Seacombe Ferry terminal, the ancient priory at Birkenhead and the industrial delights of Bromborough Pool. Approaching Eastham Country Park, Alan made slight contact with a gate which pulled his front mudguard and had him on the deck, fortunately without injury. After a few minutes sorting out the recalcitrant mudguard we were soon on our way through Eastham Village and Willaston, arriving back at Ness Gardens having covered 42 miles.

Congrats to Elwyn and Fiona who had ridden in from home, so they will have clocked 70 odd miles on the day. Trooper of the Day award goes to Clive who’d had a tooth extracted at 09.30, but had come out on the ride and hour later!

ST

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17th April 2025: Overton (mod)

 Thanks to Dave Matthews I was just about able to use my usual steed with some excellent replacement wheels supplied and fitted by himself at short notice. Whilst transporting my bike back from Oscroft on Wednesday evening my Berlingo started playing up, so I cancelled my pick up arrangement with Steve Tan for Thursday morning. However, after a further twilight test drive with no problems, I called at Steve’s home, and we decided to chance it. So, we turned up together at Holt after all, but I was even less prepared than normal regarding a route plan.

The staff at Maggie’s were very friendly and efficient as usual, which further reinforced my belief that we were correct in staying loyal to them, when Cleopatra’s2 eventually reopened.  George, Keith, Ray Big-Decibels, and Mold Andy agreed with my suggestion of The Two Doves at Overton. Andy was hopeful that the attractive waitress with the big personality, that we imagined could have been off “EastEnders”, would be at The Two Doves. We set off for Tilston with Jim and Dave Matthews joining us initially. It was good to see Jim, back from holiday and looking well. Dave was partly staying with us to ensure that his untried day- before work on my bike didn’t present any problems. We set out for Shocklach via Tilston before heading down the quiet lanes to Cuddington Green. At Threapwood we turned right over Sarn Bridge and cruised to Holly Bush. South of the A526 we were again on sunny, quiet lanes, and approached Overton by way of Cloy, with the last mile to lunch ridden on the road from Bangor-on-Dee. The guys had been patient with my map-checking stops here and there, and everything had been hunky-dory, but I hadn’t found any obvious loops after Holly Bush to give us a few more morning miles than the sixteen recorded. Much to Andy’s disappointment Miss West Ham c.1998 wasn’t on duty, but the regular staff were lovely with us as we have come to expect. The food was very good, but their appetizing full English breakfast was no longer available for lunch. I voiced my concern that they may be on that slippery slope, where they started to make changes that made it easier for themselves and less convenient for the customer. The ultimate result can be ‘Frodshamitis,’ when cafes won’t supply hot food a minute after 3p.m. even to loyal customers, W.H. Smith closes for lunch and ‘back in ten minutes’ stickers on shop doors are both rife and frustratingly inaccurate.

We headed back toward Bangor-on-Dee, but I felt we had to make a radical change to the obvious return routes or we would be too speedily back with a following wind, and with a measly number of miles under our belts. Heading east took us to Worthenbury and we then cut off at Threapwood to ride the more peaceful lane to Oldcastle Heath. Ken Page then appeared and joined us for a few miles as we discussed the proximity  of the Bourne family farm where they produce top prize-winning Cheshire cheese; they have been cheese makers since 1750 and use traditional ‘hands on’ techniques.  We exited Malpas by a new route bypassing the centre on a pleasant narrow lane which exits opposite the high school. Ebnal, Kidnal and Tilston  were soon reeled off and we still had time for cake and coffee as Alan and Steve Tan arrived on cue. They had managed forty-seven miles, an admirable jaunt considering Steve’s current condition; we had managed a more modest thirty-eight. The weather had been fine, the countryside had looked lovely and the company had been very enjoyable. My new wheels were smooth as silk, and the Berlingo never missed a beat. Another smashing Thursday.

DH

17th April 2025: Wrenbury (mod+)

 What a turn out today at Maggies. I counted 21 heads and may have missed a couple in the toilet or outside ogling at Ivan’s flashy new bit of kit- Lol.

Both Steve T and I had a Mod + route and being as I had ridden from home, his was too far for my sickly body. I was therefore resigned to a ‘Billy no mates’ ride, when Fiona and Elwyn suddenly changed their minds and decided to join me (obviously thought they would miss out if the didn’t join me -Lol)  And then, just as everybody was forming up, Shane jumped ship from Steve’s ride, when he heard my route would get him back home earlier, as he had a deadline.

So it was, that ‘the one’, became ‘the fab 4’- Lol, Lol.

 

We set off down to the Dee Bridge, with the fast boys close behind, which stayed that way for a good 10 miles. Clearly Ivan’s ebike is not so quick, but looks good though (They must have zigged when we zagged, as we never passed them & yet they passed us twice- Lol) 

 

We were now close to Chorley, heading for Ravensmore, on my enhanced route to Berries Cafe in Wrenbury.

Fiona was now having a go out front, up a small hill, as I was doing nothing on the uphill bits, due to me still carrying a bad chest. We were still tapping it along on the flat though, which meant we settled into a few miles of really steady pace until we turned south into a minor cross headwind, which saw Fiona on the front, calling for Elwyn’s help, after 30 seconds. However,  I encouraged her to get on with it, as the crosswind! was very light- Lol. A few seconds later Shaun took the lead for a mile or so, until they both shot past my next planned turn, fortunately they were close enough to hear my cry of “left”!

 

Now on the road to Ravensmore  I got back on the front ( just can’t trust them at the front- Lol). For the next mile or so we had some good banter with Fiona over what constituted a headwind and knowing the direction of it, after her stint on the front.  Meanwhile Elwyn was oblivious at the back, doing his thing, as he does- Lol.

It was only a couple of miles later when we pulled into Berries cafe (previously The Park Cafe)

The new owners have put their stamp on the place, which prompted me to ask why they had removed the roof from the rear decked area. It turns out that the previous owners took the roof and decking with them. This meant that the new owner had to install new decking and plans to do the roof at a later date.

Lunch was very good, especially the tomato red pepper soup. Prices were reasonable as well.

Lunch and chit chat over, I mapped out our return, which was again, not conventional, mainly due to Wrenbury Road from the Swan at Marbury, being atrocious these days and that’s after extensive pot hole repairs

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It was a pretty flat return route  that quickly saw us  nearing Tilston, which meant Shane left us at Kidnal, as we turned left into Whitewood Lane. After a couple of more bends we turned left toward Shocklach and the expected tail wind dash into Farndon. However, I decided to try and sort out my gears that had plagued me for the whole ride. I couldn’t select any of my top 4 gears, yet all the others indexed perfectly. I must have stopped at least 5 times and made fine adjustments, to no avail,

which meant my dash became a cruise. Fiona and Elwyn carried on and simply abandoned me- Lol. 

They were waiting for me at the bottom of Wetreins Lane, where I said goodbye and left them to ride through to Holt and Lavister beyond.

 

I got home with 56 miles on the clock and an AS of 14.8 mph, which surprised me considering the easy pace, especially the Shocklach stretch, for me at least. Clearly the route suited the light south easterly wind.

 

Anyway, another great day out, good lunch stop and great company. We did however, notice the missing ‘Chuckle Brothers’, as it was such a peaceful ride, who knew all that bird song was out there- Lol.

 

Till next time folks

Neil.

 

PS: I found out later that Fiona had a personal best and her fastest ride this year.

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17th April 2025: Loppington (mod+?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

ST

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17th April 2025 : Poole (brisk)

Ivan was keen to get out on his new steed today but wanted to limit the overall mileage to about 60 miles. I obliged by crafting a ride from GS to Holt and thence to Poole for lunch. Where's Poole you say? – this one's not near Bournemouth but is on the Nantwich to Wettenhall road.

We set off from GS at a pace meeting Dave M on the smoothly resurfaced Bruera to Aldford road. At Maggies there were a few riders there already and many more to arrive. The Brisk group today would be small as Ken was only out for coffee with Ray S only out until 1200 and Shane had similar restrictions. So it was just Nick that accompanied Ivan and I to the Milking Parlour cafe in Poole. Ray came with us for a few miles but turned for home in Stretton.

We set off following the Wind Whisperers group out to Shocklach. At the top of Wetreins Lane, we somewhat unexpectedly turned left through Stretton and onto its mill at the back of Carden Park on a circular diversion to Tilston. Here we espy Alan and Steve T deciding which way to go for their ride. We now take the slowly rising Grange Lane for 3 miles where we meet Neil's group again at the A41 crossing. They are off Wrenbury way as we were. We push ahead but rest at Hamptons Post Office where the Whisperers pass us pedalling towards Cholmondeley Castle where we catch them up and press on to Wrenbury by crossing the A49 as they shortly will as well.

Passing through Wrenbury, we veer off to Sound thence to Ravensmoor rather than taking the direct Nantwich Road. A left off Marsh Lane takes us down Tally Ho Lane which although now spot repaired, is a bumpy challenge at speed. At the A51 lights, we take the Nantwich bypass road until the canal bridge and dive down along Poole Hill Lane alongside the canal itself. 

Soon we are on our least favourite north-south road from Nantwich to Winsford aka Wettenhall Road 'enjoying” its specially designed potholes and strafed surface. At Poole itself we find the Milking Parlour cafe in the small roadside development of Gates Farm Enterprise Park which also includes Cheshire Cycles and Imagination Lane – a children's play emporium. 

We are the only punters in the cafe at this early hour of 1215 so the food comes quickly and is of good quality and a fair price. We are soon replete and out in the sunshine again taking Stoke Hall Lane to Barbridge. A shoot up the A51 for a mile allows us to access Calveley Hall Lane to bypass a lot more of the A51 until we get to Alpraham. 

We slide around the back of Bunbury heading for Beeston Castle. Here Nick heads for Tattenhall and home whereas Ivan and I dive down passing the Shady pub heading for GS via Waverton.

We arrive back in GS having completed 57 miles at 16.8mph! How is that possible? – well it wasn't very windy, the roads were dry, the traffic was light and Nick and I were chasing Ivan up every incline as he engaged "leg-assist" on his new Cervelo road bike i.e. just a bit of light motor assist. 

Nick and I were quietly jealous of the "leg-assist" today as we both hit 65+ miles once we got home with somewhat tired legs. So once again we manage to ride little-ridden lanes to new cafes all in a familiar area either side of the Holt to Nantwich A534.

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CA

10th April 2025: Overwater Marina (mod)

 I arrived later than intended, like Lando Norris in Bahrain. Lando had a struggling George Russell frustrating him, I had the usual doddery Honda Jazz drivers meandering between Frodsham and Kingsley at Welsh urban driving speeds. Some of those drivers were even older than me! Throw in a grid sucking tanker, and a girl leading three horses slowly up the narrow lane towards Utkinton, and my committed fast drive was largely sabotaged. It was poignant to see Steve Hayward and Steve Tan, guys who would always ride in all weathers if not on holiday, being unable to do so today; more about that elsewhere.

My suggested destination of Overwater Marina near Audlem was accepted by Dad’s Army: Big Ray, Dave Matthews, George, Keith and me. Our route out was via Cotebrook, Eaton and Wettenhall.  It was so dry and sunny that we were able to use the paths through the park and along the scenic bank of the River Weaver to avoid traffic at Nantwich. After just a couple of hundred yards south on the A530 we turned onto the back road toward Bridge80 cafe based at Overwater Marina on the side of the Shropshire Union Canal .  It was delightful to sit in the sun in these surroundings downing a “Full English”, and so Chester Easy Riders.

'Full English'

Our return was past the moated Hall o’Coole, through Sound, and straight north beyond Ravensmoor. Dave Matthews was in good form having been cycling nearly every day recently and Ray was straining at the leash. Keith and George were being patient as I was probably even slower than normal. A challenging foray in The Lake District on Tuesday with Keith, and my knackered hip, were taking their toll. (The reprise of one of my Special Rides had been worth it: taking in Grange-Over-Sands, Rusland Woods, Hawkshead, Coniston Lake and the Kent estuary in glorious weather). The glorious weather was still with us as we crossed the A534 at Paddiley, and aimed for Tilly’s at Bunbury. Our Tilly’s sojourn was very enjoyable, but there was still some climbing ahead on our last leg: around Beeston Castle, up from “The Shady”, through Birch Heath and up from Tarporley before the last steep bank to reach Rose Farm. About forty miles covered in ideal cycling weather on scenic Cheshire lanes in the usual agreeable company.

DH  

10th April: Waverton (mod+)

 What a glorious day for our meeting at Rose Farm, where roughly a dozen of us pitched up and that included Steve T and Steve Hayward in their civies.

Steve T had got his appointments mixed up and Steve Hayward, unfortunately, announced that his cycling days were over, due to his doctors orders. This all meant that there were 3 riding with me and the rest with DH. Nick was the only fast rider on the day who therefore decided to join Allan, Steve Hu and yours truly.

 

I had a route that took full advantage of the Sandstone ridge (now there’s a surprise- Lol) which also included a couple of obscure lanes that I hoped would interest the group. We set off south and up the horrible little climb, heading toward Tarporley, however, we soon turned left up the little shortcut across the A49 and quickly descend to Eaton. I had already warned Nick that it would be a slow Mod + ride, due to my recovery from a bad chest cold. I was currently finding it tough uphill, without coughing my lungs up.

 

Anyway this meant I tried to push on when descending and followed their back wheels going up - Lol.

It was only a few miles up the road when I turned left near the main entrance to Oulton Park, for my first, less familiar routing through Little Budworth Country Park. After half a mile we turned right into Beech Road for a meander that took us near the back entrance to The Hollies cafe, which is a favourite of mine and I point out to the group, as I assumed they wouldn’t know this route in. Surprisingly, nobody even knew of The Hollies, let alone this way in through the car park exit.

 

Nick was the first to realise where my deviation had lead us to, which was the more usual route of Clay Lane, as we were heading for the Station House cafe in order to get on the Whitegate Way (WGW) 

This lead Nick to mention that he was at that cafe only a few days earlier. We didn’t stop of course, although almost, as we slip down the side of the cafe as the easiest way on to the WGW. After so much dry weather the WGW was so firm and smooth that we made excellent progress, hardly seemed like 4 miles before we were off it and bunny hopping the speed bumps on Waste Lane.

We turned left for the first of our more serious climbs, that took us back to the top of the ridge, all be it a little slower for me- Lol. This allowed the Chuckle Brothers to show their prowess and pull away, but not that far- Lol. I sensed Nick was just tagging along, taking it easy, after he sat on my wheel for a few yards and then clearly found it so slow he had to chase them down - Lol.

I catch up and we regroup, before doing a left right chink into one of my all time favourite lanes, although more so in the other direction. This was another lane that Nick was unfamiliar with, which prompted me to enlighten him as to our whereabouts, as we descend into the back of Norley. Steve had remembered the lane, from previous rides, usually from Delamere Forest.

That said, only a mile or so later, we get a shift on through said forest, on Ashton Road, which seems to get longer every time I ride it- Lol. We turned left at the junction, up a familiar short kicker into my last surprise lane. This, yet again, had Nick pondering where he was, to the point that he remarked, as we descended the 1 mile long Grange Road, that he was going to get the map out when he got home- Lol. Once at the bottom, even Alan knew where we were, I think- Lol.

We turned left into a little climb before descending to a familiar left turn at Ashton Hayes, where I remarked to everybody that the rest of the route will be a lot more familiar to everybody, as we headed up toward the crossing of the A54. A not so quick stop from me, saw Steve turn back, just as I came into his sight ( he was worried about me, bless him- Lol). Soon after regrouping we turned right at the traffic lights and swing around the south of Kelsall and now have roughly 4 miles to Walk Mill. We pass Weetwood brewery, which lead me to think my cold was worse than I thought, because I couldn’t smell the usual yeasty air, but Steve also couldn’t smell anything, just as Al or Nick remarked “what Brewery”- Lol.

I decide to put in a little effort and see how long my lungs would last, which was only about half a mile before I was gasping between coughs. That bit of madness over, we settle into a steady last few miles into Walk Mill. Steve did his customary passing manoeuvre, just before we reach the cafe, in his bid to get first in the cafe queue. This prompted me to leap on his wheel and undercut him, just as we turn into Walk Mill driveway, but embarrassingly for me, I then turn into the farm entrance, only yards before and give him back the lead- Lol, Lol.

 

We chose to sit outside and put our metaphorical towels (helmets etc) on the deck chairs / benches, which Nick did not comprehend and clearly has no German gene in his blood, as he took my seat- Lol.

The gorgeous sun persuaded some of us to strip off our top layer and soak up the sun, while all throwing our two penny-worth into the initial conversation about Mr Trump- Lol.  Fortunately we moved on to more interesting conversation, but the strange thing is, I can only remember the Trump abuse - Lol.

We got going again and I lead the posse  through to Hargrave and on to Huxley, ignoring the road closure sign, as I knew it was for a big hole in the road that the council seemed to have abandoned a week ago, but left the road closure in place, as they often do. Sure enough the same hole and pile of dirt was where I saw it last week- Lol.

Just a mile or so later we arrive in Brassey Green and I say goodbye to the guys, as they turned left up to Tarporley. Fortunately, for the Chuckle brothers, Nick was still with them, so I didn’t need to draw them a map to take them the last 2 miles to Rose Farm- Lol, Lol.

 

I turned right down to the ‘Shady’ for my return to Tattenhall, via what I think is the nicest 5 mile stretch, anywhere in the county and not just because of the scenery, but the quality of the lanes as well.

Starting with my favourite little slope up to Beeston Castle.

I got home with 52 miles on the clock and a bit of a sun tan to boot.

 

What a cracking day, with great company and even better lanes- Lol.

 

PS : Thanks Nick, for baby sitting the Chuckle Brothers back to Rose Farm- Lol.

 

Till next time gents.

Neil.