17th July 2025: Wrenbury (mod)

 It was drizzling as Dave and I drove up to Rose Farm. Not a good omen perhaps, but as we’ll see the weather turned out to be reasonably OK in the end. As is often the case coming out is the right decision.

The crowd of Easy Riders eventually sorted themselves out into the Mod and Mod+/Brisk groups. I had in mind a route down to the café in Wrenbury and although Dave had another route he quickly agreed to this. The mod group for the day consisted of Dave H, George, Big Ray, Keith, ‘Electric’ John M, Trevor and yours truly – seven bodies in all.

The ‘Magnificent Seven’ set off at a ‘stately’ pace down the road from Rose Farm heading out down the usual route past Oulton Park and on to Wettenhall.  Approaching Venetian Marina we came to the spot where, on an icy day in November I came off the bike due to the sharp camber in the road. I still have the evidence of the mishap on my right 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 the cafe to ensure that we could be accommodated. 

Ravens Lane took us down to Ravensmoor where we joined the road to Wrenbury and we soon arrived, slightly damp, at the café with 18 miles on the clock. This used to be called No.18, The Park, but that establishment moved some time ago to be melded with The Bhurtpore pub at Aston. The café in Wrenbury is now called ‘Berries’ and the staff there were most welcoming. We were soon supplied with drinks and various sandwiches, toast and regular. George wanted to order a sausage sandwich, but first had to establish the nature of the sausage. Was a Frankfurter (as in a hot dog) or a ‘proper’ one. Having established the provenance the sausage sandwich was ordered. We were favourably impressed with ‘Berries’ and happily go there again.

The sun had come out, briefly, whilst we were having lunch, but had disappeared by the time we came out of the café to head back. But at least it wasn’t raining and it felt quite warm.

Our route back was direct, taking is via Chorley Bank and Brindley to Bunbury. Dave H resisted the urge to stop at Tilley’s and we pressed on to Beeston Castle and the swoop down to the Shropshire Union canal and ‘The Shady’ (no ‘Oak’) pub. As we all know, this is followed by the long drag up to Huxley Lane where Trevor turned left for home and the rest of us turned right for Tarporley.

Tarporley High Street was the usual nightmare with huge SUVs inching past each other, the drivers having no idea about how wide their Chelsea Tractors were. Free of the congestion, there ‘just’ remained the climb back up Utkinton Road to Rose Farm, where we arrived, breathless with another 18 miles covered.

So, a total of 36 miles at an average speed of just over 11 mph.  A pleasant day out in the Cheshire countryside in fine company is what you need to lift your spirits, so thanks to all involved.

ST

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17th July 2025 : Nantwich (brisk)

The drizzling weather or "Smwglaw" as we call it in N.Wales was not sufficient to stop a strong group of both mod , mod+ and Brisk + riders turning out today. I had chosen a 47 mile route to Wrinehill since the club had not used this route since 2013 and in 2020. I was later to realise why………………..

I suspect this route was a Clive and/or Ivan concoction as it had all the hallmarks of a brisk route with “challenging“ sections. So our Brisk/ Mod+ group consisted of Alan, Shane, Kevin, Clive and Steve H. As we ventured outside into the now drying day “last minute dot" Chris arrived making a high performance Sextet! Chris has been heard whistling that famous song from the 1960’s film The Sound Of Music, specifically “ Climb every Mountain” judging by his last week's performance in the Welsh Hills. 

We breezed through Tarporley and headed towards Tilstone on an aptly named “Rabbit Burrows Road”. As we many of our rides this summer, a road closed sign means little to us hardy CER folk. However this was a slightly more challenging. See the photos below, If any doubt were needed this had Clive’s provenance all over it. 

It was alright the last time I came down here!

Once clear of the sand and rubble, we picked our way through Bunbury and down Long Lane a lovely CER lane. At this point, having weathered the “ploughed field road “ and busy A51, my route planning was being called into question. I reminded everyone that like Sir Keir Starmer, I would have no issue in withdrawing the whip for certain members and the insurrection was quelled. 

Clive volunteered to steer us safely around Nantwich for what would be the first of three times today. Now out into the countryside on Wynbunbury lane, we sped along down to Wrinehill. The last time the club stopped here for lunch at the "Hand & Trumpet", but clearly now in more austere times a Brunning & Price pub was a stretch too far for us pensioners, part timers and egg butty eaters. 

Clive picked some excellent lanes through Betley and back to Nantwich. Here he led the group on a "Vuelta Du Nantwich" taking in parkland, public car parks, wooden bridges and one way streets. However the lunch stop, Pillory House cafe was an absolute gem. The quality of the food, service and drinks was first class. I can see why it is so popular with cyclists and locals alike.

Clive volunteered to lead us out of Nantwich, however fearing another circuit of the town, we reverted to the 2020 route. This led out to Cholmondeston on Wettenhall Road and, despite a brisk headwind, we made good time principally due to Clive, Kevin and Julie Andrews taking turns on the front. 

Cotebrook whizzed past under our wheels as we finally returned to Utkinton road where Kevin returned for a coffee and a lie down. Chris, Clive ,Shane, Alan and I carried on to Waverton whereby Shane, Chris, & Clive went different ways to their respective homes. 

So a lovely ride in cracking company, 47 miles for Kevin and 60-75 miles for the strong lads. 

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Steve Hu 

10th July 2025: Holt

 After an absence of a couple of months, due to family commitments and swollen knee ligaments, I turned up at the Gladstone Library on a beautiful July morning.  Alan and Dave M were already there sitting in the warm sunshine on a couple of handily placed benches.  “We can’t get in” announced Alan.  A lady with an officious looking chain and badge around her neck had apparently explained that it was Founders Day today and was “invitation only” we were not invited.  However, she helpfully suggested that the Gallery Café was recently reopened.  Alan went off to investigate and after a while came to find us with the good news.  Under new management the old place has received some remodelling and a lick of paint.  It was busy.  In attendance were Dave M; Clive; Chris; Kevin; Keith; Alan; Andy, Trevor and yours truly.  After the usual good natured meleé we decided to split into two groups.  The “faster” four would go West and the “moderate” four would go East.  Dave M, the lone ranger, was doing his own thing in preparation for an up and coming Coast to Coast ride.  Well done that man.

And so it was that led by Trevor: Keith, Andy B and myself set off on a circuitous route heading to Maggies in Holt.  Leaving Hawarden we pass Tinkersdale Cottage and run alongside Bilberry Wood to cross the A55 on the footbridge.  Bowling along, chatting as we go, we cycle down Lower Mountain Road.  Crossing Kinnerton Road we dogleg around Shordley Manor and Shordley Hall to pick up Dark Lane and Higher Lane to reach the outskirts of Llay.  Crossing above the A483 we turn immediately left and follow a familiar lane into Marford.  Exiting on Hoseley Lane we drop down Daisy Bank and follow Borras Road into Holt.

15+ miles covered in the sunshine we are ready for lunch.  It was the usual warm welcome at Maggies.  Most customers were sitting outside enjoying the day but we were looking for shade and stayed indoors where Keith kept us entertained with his latest exploits as a newbie gardener including single handily eradicating a colony of wood bees.  A man who goes where others fear to venture.  Well his sons at least.

Lingering no longer we remount and crossing the river Dee head north to Churton.  Turn right down Spring Lane I cry “it’s a great surface and there is never any traffic”.  Wrong on both counts.  We get to Coddington and pick up Dog Lane to Chowley and crossing the A41 enter Tattenhall.  It is then the usual route through Hargrave and Waverton to cross the A51 into Guilden Sutton.  Here our loyal band of brothers fragment.  Trevor heads for home and Keith for his car.  Andy and I access the Greenway and avoiding the dogs and children make good time to cross the Dee at Connah’s Quay.  Andy heads for Mold and for me my lift was waiting on Docks Way.   

My thanks to my clubmates for their companionship on a very enjoyable day’s riding.  A good route and a sensible pace to wisely factor in the temperatures nudging the high 20’s by mid-afternoon.  43.8 miles covered at an average of 10.5 mph and surprisingly 1,682 ft of ascent.  I would guess that Trevor and Keith had done something similar.  Andy as ever had done considerably more.  The man’s a legend.

GW                      

10th July 2025: Gwaensysgor

 Not the usual slate grey skies in cymru, on this fine bore dydd!.

 Unfortunately   a warm welcome was not to be found at Gladstones library café -  invites only for founders day! All was not lost as our old favourite cafe, The Gallery had just re opened for business, which is probably a good thing as a library of theology is not best suited to a bunch of noisy, sweaty cyclists.

 So, after the usual team selection, our mod + group, Clive, Chris, Kev and myself headed out west for the hills. Our lunch stop was to be the Eagle and Child, in Gwaenysgor. I tried to keep the climbing to a minimum on such a warm day, so after Northop we did the A55 sprint to Halkyn, and onward through Babell, pointing out the old Holywell racecourse to our history professor Clive. Lol

The lanes were a peaceful delight in the warm sunshine, not a lot of chat, as our chattiest riders were absent, Steve H, gave blood the day before and as there was hills, slight breeze, too hot, (take your pick) no Neil…lol

The Eagle looked lovely with its hanging baskets and tubs of flowers, small talk over lunch was mainly about the state of modern music, turns out young Chris is a prog rock fan, who’d have thought.

After the customary photo at the viewpoint we decided to descend down the 33% hill to the coast and have a nice flat spin home. Around 48 mls for me, considerably more for the three Cestrians, and thanks to Clive for the extra routing advice.

 AO

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3rd July 2025: Little Budworth

Todays saga comes from a little known place called Delamere station cafe, on what would become a very nice day with light westerly winds and no rain. I think there were approximately 10 of us  in total, as there were no fast boys, although ‘Rapha Ray’ often joins the fast boys, but with no mates, he joined us- Lol.

With none of the upper management of the club in attendance, due to holidays, sickness and other spurious things- Lol, it looked like the Mods were struggling to decide where to go, but what do I know.

I had a plan, mainly because Steve Hu mentioned earlier in the week that he planned to incorporate another 100 miler. So I offered to push myself and do a Grand Fondo (my first for the year) in order to support his mad cause, purely because I am such a nice bloke- Lol.

This meant he only had to ride to my house and back home  to complete his 100 miles. (nothing for him to think about - classic Chuckle Brother mentality to be fair- Lol). Talking of the ‘brotherhood’, it did not go unnoticed by the more astute Mod riders. Keith in particular, remarked “you haven’t brought them two again have you?” “I know, what can I do." I agreed to help CB 2, only to find CB 1 turn up at Tattenhall as well. It’s rather like stepping on a dog shit, once it’s on your shoes, you just can’t shake it off- Lol, Lol”

 

Just as my group were getting up to leave, Chris arrived to a cheer from Steve Hu after Chris had just missed us last week. He must have had a tailwind today- Lol, full on in fact, from Blacon- Lol.

So! The merry band became Rapha Ray, Chris, the CB’s  (sounds like a kids program, which is apt I suppose- Lol) and moi. 

Our destination was the more upmarket and rather swish ‘The Barn’ cafe, only a mile from Oulton Park, which was new to my little peloton, but a favourite of mine, especially with Paula. We head off north, along the tortuous goat track they call a road and thankfully turn left through Delamere Forest for a nice steady start before we turn right on my upward meander (but keeping it as flat as I could- Lol) The only problem was the longest climb was early on, as we turned right towards Manley and the two+ miles into Bushells Lane, which had Steve feeling a little strange and in need of some food. After a quick cereal bar and a bit of persuasion, he decided to carry on. He tried to pull that old 100 miler excuse, as one does, but we weren’t having it, convincing him we were now on the top of the Sandstone Ridge. 

Off we trot again at a slightly slower pace for the benefit of the old man - Lol. You don’t hear Andy trying that one and he does 100 miles almost every time he goes out, even if he is on a belt drive titanium bike ( “it’s not electric - honest Gov!”- Lol)

Our upward endeavours lead us nicely into one of the longest downhill stretches in the area through some lovely lanes, roughly 3 miles+ before we then rolled through Norley heading for my favourite lane (Gallowsclough Lane), which was only half a mile from where we started, after 14 miles- Lol.

I know, most of you are probably thinking, he always throws that one in, “why not”, I say. It’s in lovely condition and so atmospheric, why wouldn’t you. Anyway, it’s my ride- Lol.

Once up this lovely shrouded lane and past the caravan site on the right, we chink left and right and before a long rapid descent that dropped us into Waste Lane. Just a few speed bumps later and we were on the Whitegate Way of course, for those who know Waste Lane. This lends itself to a very easy 4 mile+ cruise and recovery for the old boy, who for all his woes, was still at 50 words a minute, bless him and much happier- Lol.

We were cruising along nicely when Steve’s sidekick decided to scurry off ahead, which meant we had to wait for him to come back when we turned off at the Station cafe. Somebody piped up, “ perhaps he’s gone to buy sunglasses”- previous blog- Lol. Although the Station cafe was an option, my preferred offering was now only 2 miles away, so we head off again, once Alan had caught up- Lol. Mind you our wait was not without interest as Dave Mathews rode by with electric Andy. After a brief exchange of words they left us waiting for the missing Chuckle Brother- Lol. Over the next 2 miles we passed DM+1 twice- Lol, before arriving at The Barn, via the exit only ( naughty boys- only way to avoid the A49) “ 

 

We pass the Cheshire Polo Club to our right, not that anybody noticed, as we cycled in through the cafe car park. Not a sport I have ever got into- Lol, but I believe it’s one of DH’s favourite haunts, being a fully paid up member  - or is it the Polo Mint club he’s a member of- Lol.

We settled in and quickly ordered our food and waited, complete with electronic tags to alert us when ready. Mind you Steve’s was already pinging away when the rest of us sat down- you’ll never beat him to the front of the queue- Lol.  No sooner said than done, there was almost no time to chat- Lol

However, Chris decided to treat himself from the kiddies menu, which took a little longer to deliver his fluorescent  ice cream sundae(see photo -disgusting looking thing, the ice cream sundae that is, not Chris- Lol).

We clearly couldn’t resist a team photo with the cafe mascot, although I’m not sure why the shortest man in the peloton decided to stand behind the cow on tiptoes- Lol. All well fed, we set off and within minutes were passing Oulton Park race circuit and meandering across country to Tilston Fearnell and Bunbury beyond, which lead us into our first hint of a headwind, although light. I then lead the group around Peckforton ridge and up that horrible little climb on the unfortunately necessary brief stretch of the Wrexham/ Nantwich road, in order to get to a cracking stretch of lanes to Tilston. When I say lead, I meant, followed them up, as I prefer to lead from behind- Lol.

 

After a few more miles around said lanes we were through Tilston and at the top of Wetreins Lane, which is the natural split for our group, as Steve needed to head NW, along with Chris and Ray, the latter two heading for Chester and Steve for Pen-y-ffordd.

While Allan and I needed Tattenhall of course. Allan had parked at Alisons.

So, after a tearful goodbye, Allan let me lead him- Lol, through the lanes past Manorwood cafe, on past Cuddington to Dog Lane, where he turn right, in order to cross the A41 into Tattenhall. I continued for 3 miles to Milton Green, Chapel Lane, which is a lot flatter than the one up the Sandstone Ridge BTW- Lol.

 

I got home with 65 miles on the meter and 2800’ of ascent, which was my biggest ride for this year, but nothing like Steve’s of course. Chris & Ray would have got something between 70-80 miles and the ‘mugger’ bringing up the rear in Tattenhall with 60-ish- Lol. 

I later discovered that the short old man- Lol, stopped at a cafe in Holt, in order to tackle the last 10 miles, which to be fair are mostly up or feel like it into a cross headwind, especially Barracks Lane, which is at least 7%.  No wonder he was being a tart in the first few miles up through Manley, as he knew what was coming or am I crediting CB2 with too much spatial awareness on a bike, for a Chuckle Brother that is- Lol, Lol, Lol

(I have to begrudgingly say well! done! old boy. I think he got home about 10 pm- Lol)

What a cracking, thoroughly enjoyable day in great company. A more sedate pace than usual, although fairly hilly, but when I look at our average speed, I think we’ll have to call that ride a ‘Mooooching ride’- Lol ( check out the photo’s)

 

Till next time gents

 

PS, I can’t claim to have come up with the ‘Moooooooooching ride’, title,  that was Steve, I think. In fact, there were so many cow jokes, on leaving the cafe and yes, it was the chatter box, along with Ray, who I think was auditioning to become CB3 - Lol.

Anyway, I had to herd them out- Lol.

 

Neil.

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3rd July 2025: Tatton Park

 Despite good weather there was only a small turnout at Delamere Station and only three members for the moderate ride. I knew that Dave H was on holiday and that therefore I would be asked if I had a ride, so I had come armed with two. So, when the question was asked I opted for what would be a 50-mile round trip stopping at the Bear's Paw in High Leigh for lunch.

 The three of us (Andy B, Keith and I) set off following familiar roads to Hatchmere, Norley and Acton Bridge. At this point Keith queried where we were going. He had been sitting at the next table and had misheard 'Bears Paw' as 'Bhurtpore'. The latter is a popular destination for us but we were heading in completely the wrong direction to get there. I put him right and we continued to Little Leigh, Comberbach and Great Budworth. There followed a long cycle up Budworth Road and Old Hall Lane to cross the M6 and then a right to take the new underpass under the recently built dual carriageway. After a short run up the old road we turned right and headed towards Knutsford.

 By-passing the centre we found our way to the entrance to Tatton Park, intending to cycle straight through and out the other side. However, Andy had mentioned that he preferred cafes to pubs for lunch so I suggested the National Trust cafe in the park and Keith agreed. So, we headed there but didn't get very far. We are used to getting held up by cows and sheep in the road but this time it was deer crossing our path. They were completely oblivious to our presence and didn't seem to care that they were keeping us from our lunch. 'Revenge is sweet' as the saying goes and, in this case, very tasty as Keith and I both ordered double venison burgers. Yummy!

After lunch we continued our journey through the park and headed for the village of Rostherne and turned towards High Leigh. After passing the Bears Paw, our original intended lunch stop, we turned into Swineyard Lane and then through Appleton Thorn and Stretton, passing over the M56 and then back in the process. I was heading for Aston and Keith led us briefly on a slightly different route before leaving us for home. Andy and I carried on through Aston then dropped down the main road towards Frodsham. As we neared the bridge over the River Weaver it was clear that there was some hold up as could see traffic queueing up the hill ahead. To avoid it we followed NCR 5 round the back roads before emerging in the centre of Frodsham and beyond the blockage. We couldn't avoid the main road to get out of the village but once we were clear we turned left onto the quieter Tarvin Road. However, we then faced a stiff climb to get us up onto the Manley Road.

Neither of us wanted to go back to Delamere Station so we turned towards Chester. As soon as I got to a point that Andy recognised he left me to head home. He is a faster rider than me and had much further to go. If you are going to follow this route the gpx file will show the full 50 miles. I clocked up 62 by the time I got home and Andy would have done considerably more.

 TC

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26th June 2025: Whittington

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

Anyway, enjoyed it immensely- till next time folks

Neil

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19th June 2025: Malpas (mod)

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

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

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

DH

19th June 2025: Aqueduct Marina (mod+)

 Warning!  The following content could be dangerous to your mental health- Lol.

Alison’s was the start venue today, on what was the best day of the year, with a cloudless sky, very light SE winds and near 30 degrees promised.  We were split to the front and back, which made a head count difficult, but based on DH saying he had 3 and no fast guys I figured it was 11-ish.

I had 7 in my group and I believe there were a couple in civvies, one was DM, out for coffee only.

My route was to the Aqueduct Marina, which is one of my favourites, due to the quality of the lanes and more open scenery, which works really well from Alison’s, as long as the winds are light of course.

My group formed instantly, as 6 of the eventual seven turned up virtually at the same time and grabbed the shade out front, the 7th was a lucky ‘kling-on’-Lol.

 

We set off right out of Alison’s and turned immediately left, settling into an easy rhythm, as I was warned by Steve-Lol. Shortly after turning right to Huxley, the rhythm was upset by somebody pulling along side me at the front. At first I thought it was a solo cyclist catching and passing us. However, after casually responding to his overtures with “yep, I’m alright mate”, I looked across and recognised those long blond-ish locks & the give away mini rucksack, as being Chris of course- Lol. “Where have you come from”, said I.

He had arrived late, riding in from home. Luckily for him (depending on your view point- Lol) he was just riding past the school and saw us go by in the distance, but wasn’t sure if we were CER. 

He chased us down, but had to work through the peloton, until he recognised somebody- Lol, which is probably why he simply rode straight past all of us - ok that last bit was a lie- Lol. 

The rest of the group was Nick (I’ve got no fast boy mates),the Chuckle Brothers (Allan & wife, aka Steve Hu- Lol) Shane ( what a nice man-Lol) And Kev (almost as nice as Shane- Lol, Lol, Lol) And little old me of course.

 

Chris settled into an immediate discussion about our bikes. This lead me to realising what a shrewd negotiator he must be, because he had paid less for his bike than I paid for my new cassette-Lol.

Anyway, by now we were cruising along nicely to Brassy Green and our right turn up to Beeston Castle, over my favourite little canal bridge for our first small effort. There would only be a couple more uppy bits on this almost pan flat route. Despite our lack of real hills, Nick still commented about how he hated that little pull up over the railway bridge, just as he was passing me. I completely concurred, as I shouted my response at his back wheel- Lol.

Now several miles on, and on a gorgeous stretch of lanes that being so well smooth, inevitably meant the pace naturally picked up slightly. I therefore took the opportunity to rotate back to enjoy the views, grab a smoke break and have a little chat with Kev, who I knew hadn’t been to the Aqueduct Marina before. He was revelling in the fact that there were no potholes for several miles, quote; “It’s so nice to not have to think about where to point the bike”. Then, mid chat, Steve called for a stop, to straighten his socks or swap bottles or was it to eat a melted chocolate bar - Ah no, that was later, Lol.

We got going again and within a couple of miles or so we were swinging into Church Minshull, where upon somebody behind commented on the Badger Pub, as we passed by. “Ah! Last weeks destination”, which was now only 1 mile from todays destination- Lol, although our route was completely different, according to the lunch conversations. These ranged from Trump possibly bombing Iran to our resident chatter box being offered the chance to get his food liquidised into a smoothie, to take away.

 

Kev offered to ask the staff, as he was worried it might be dark by the time we all got home, which was especially relevant today as Steve & Shane also planned to carry on for their 100 miles again. “What!” I hear you say, “ on a day of 30+ degrees”. I did hear somebody call them idiots, which couldn’t have been me, could it- Lol. Anyway, as soon as Kev made the offer, Steve then took a long breath and got on with eating. DH has a challenger for the slow eating title—Lol.

The popular choice for lunch was jacket spuds and tuna. However, our very own version of Jamie Oliver, had other ideas, when he pulled out lunch from his rucksack. I was not aware of the culinary talents of our newest member who, in the right light, could be said to look a little like Jamie Oliver, or was that Mary Berry- Lol. That said, Chris tucked into what looked like a simple egg mayo roll, which I commented was a pet hate of mine. “But have you tried my secret ingredient”, with a wry smile. “Oh yes”, with hopeful anticipation. “Sweet chilli sauce” was his response. “with eggs?”, to which I had this instant picture in my head of JO, with his head in his hands- Lol,Lol.

We got going with the assurance of light tailwinds all the way back. After a couple of miles, it got even easier, as Nick came to the front and decided he would lead us home, which felt lovely, I don’t often get to ride for numerous miles on somebody’s back wheel, even if it was a light tailwind, it’s still makes a big difference and much appreciated.

I then decided to lead the group up to Bunbary via Chestnut Meats farm/cafe, along Long Lane to Haughton, as the more traditional way to Bunbury, via Brindley crossing, has become very bumpy & pot holed, as we discovered a week earlier with Fiona & Elwyn, who were absent today, having fun at the dentist BTW. As I hoped, Long Lane has had loads of repairs and resurfacing since I last rode it several years back and is now a much better alternative and only adds a half mile. It was at this point that Nick didn’t think he had enough water to get him back to Tilston, so we diverted into the Co-Op in Bunbury.

This subsequently lead to the revelation of the day regarding the true characters of the Chuckle Brothers.

Let me set the scene. Nick got distracted and needed reminding to get his water-Lol, while everybody was wiping themselves down and shuffling into the shade ( 30 degrees on my Garmin).  Meanwhile, Chuckle Brother number 2 (aka- Alan) suddenly appeared eating a Cornetto. “No team ice creams then”, was my response- Lol. 

Where upon the Lovely Kev shouted out, “oh that’s a good idea and promptly offered to buy them. 

Almost simultaneously, the equally lovely and other half of the Chuckle Brothers also shouted he would get them in. Off they went and swiftly returned with sumptuous Mango Solero’s for everybody (such generosity-Lol). They were so well received  and quickly dispatched, although not before Shane decided to teach Chris how to juggle his-Lol. CB No 2 clearly must have thought that the whole group had a dairy intolerance or something and hence, he just bought a single Cornetto- Lol, Lol,Lol. 

20 minutes later we got going for our last 8 miles back to Tattenhall. We swiftly past Beeston Castle and before we knew it were at the junction on Burwardsley Road, just a mile left to Alison’s. However, we (Alan & I) had dropped the rest and waited to regroup, but only Kev appeared.  He explained that Shane & Steve had decided to show Chris the direct way for him to get home via the Ice cream farm, Gatesheath, Platt’s Lane and beyond, as they needed more miles anyway for their 100!  So those three turned off, half a mile back. Again the generosity of CB No1 has no bounds- Lol. 

What happened to Nick is unknown ( however, he was on home territory, so I wasn’t concerned about him getting home- Lol) I assumed he turned right with the others, for a longer route home. Meanwhile, we 3 carried on into Tattenhall and no sooner said did the ‘Mugger’ pounce, but this time I was waiting, thanks to the help from Nick on the previous 5 miles or so, which meant I had some legs left. I chased the ‘Mugger’ down and sat on his wheel into Alison’s (job done- Lol) . Unfortunately this meant we had dropped Kev, which was water off a ducks back to the ‘Mugger’ of course, but not me, so I apologise Kev (nice man) but I had to get him- Lol, Lol.

 

I left them both at Alison’s after Alan informed me he had 41 miles with an AS of 15.4 mph, which was surprising considering the heat, but it was pretty flat and low winds, although Nicks contribution probably made the difference. I got home with 46 miles & AS of 15.6 mph, as I used the last of my legs- Ouch!- Lol.

 

What a great day with fabulous company and some great banter- Lol. There was so much ammunition on this ride that I struggled to keep this story as short as it is- Lol.

 

At the time of writing, I discovered Shane & Steve did complete their 100miles ( madness, but well done). And credit to Chris who I think did 75 miles. No doubt, he would have liked to carry on with Shane & Steve, but I know he had a night shift to do.

Well done guy’s, all round, even Allan- Lol, A cracking day, especially the Solero’s- Lol.

 

Till next time chaps,

‘The Wind Whisperer’ & sometimes story teller.

 

Disclaimer: all content was base on a true story, the characters and names have all been taken from fictional scenarios-Lol, Lol.

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12th June 2025: Bunbury (mod)

 The weather forecast was decidedly iffy for the ride so I planned a meandering route out to Bunbury and back through Aldford. However, if it turned unpleasant we could head straight back to Tattenhall and then Meadow Lea, only taking just over an hour. 

The morning was very pleasant and warm and the 4 of us, Dave H, Andy, Ray and myself set off up the A56 towards the Barrow turning, but heading then up to Ashton. Skirting Kelsall, we crossed the A51 and took Corkscrew Lane towards the Shady Oak and then up to Beeston. Round the castle, then a short distance took us to Bunbury and the Nags Head for lunch. 

Fortunately we weren't in a rush, and lunch was served at a leisurely pace. We set off down the lane towards Peckforton and felt the first drops of rain. By the time we reached Tattenhall it was clearly settling in for the afternoon so an executive decision was taken to cut out Aldford and head back. It rained on and off all the way to Christleton where Andy and Dave left us. 

Ray and myself returned between the showers, not too wet after all. 

36 miles,not too bad considering we cut a chunk off. 

Jim Dale

12th June 2025: Church Minshull (mod+)

 There was only subject of conversation at Meadow Lea Cafè “when will the rain start”. The wind whisperer had taken the extreme measures of booking a family holiday in the Lake district to avoid today.

 During five minutes of preparation the previous evening, I had downloaded Steve T’s ride from June last year. Steve T also had a ride to Malpas, however the apprentice wind whisperer Alan spoke of favourable wind direction on the return leg if we ventured to Church Minshull, so that sealed the deal.

 An Octet of riders set off consisting of Fiona, Elwyn, Kevin, Shane, John M, Steve T & H and Alan. The long road drag along Warrington road to Bridge Trafford certainly had the blood pumping. However, a right turn and Morley lane provided a more CER in keeping lane to circumnavigate Manley and Mouldsworth.

 The descent of Dark lane and the sharp turn into Ashton road always signals two to three miles of uphill to Hatchmere and Norley. Steve T and John M left the group at this point to return home via their own routes. The road from Sandiway to Church Minshull was nose into the wind and I was grateful to Alan and Shane and later Elwyn who all took turns on the front.

The Badger exceeded our requirements with “surprise” chips for some of our riders who haven’t yet managed to read the menus correctly :) Replete with food we were delighted to be rewarded with a brisk tailwind from Cholmondeston to Wettenhall. Here we turned slightly south skirting Tarporley and following Utkinton road then heading towards Walk Mill. By now the wind was from the side and passing gates by Walk Mill was interesting!

 Shane and F&E left us to return home leaving the trio of Alan Kevin and I to head towards Waverton and latterly to Meadow Lea.

 Did we avoid the rain? Strictly speaking yes, if you count the conclusion of the ride being Meadow Lea, however everyone had ridden from home so there were a few “moist” riders rocking up finally at home.

 The route was approximately 40 miles with a non-too shabby average speed of 14.5 mph , so thanks to the folk who ventured out against their better judgement and for the humour and company on the day.

 Steve Hu 

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12th June 2025 : Nantwich (brisk)

Bonus week – two blogs for the price of one- now read on!

Ivan had planned a ride out on Tuesday after we had both been away. So I was sent a ridewithgps route which was a “climb every mountain” route up to Minera and over Worlds End. Aware that this was a feel-good ride for Ivan on his new electric Cervello, I said OK but plotted a personal bail out route at Minera. 

We set off after meeting at Blacon Old Station on the greenway. Just as we were approaching Kinnerton I noticed the tell-tale white spots on the dark cherry red frame of Ivan's Cervello ie a rear wheel puncture – and the second on this tyre from new. Ivan decides to return home but encourages me to ride on anyway. This I do but with him Chester-bound by way of a short stop at Chocks Away cafe with 25 miles ridden all round. Ivan decides to buy new Conti tubeless tyres and spends a frustrating time later in the day of removing and fitting the new rear tyre and giving up fitting the front tyre as it will not come off!

So now it's Thursday and he has a route to Nantwich which young Chris decides to ride with us. We are out of the gate at speed bound for Waverton and Tarporley and onto Wettenhall. We now run down the Winsford to Nantwich “unmade” main road – well that's what it feels like on a bike at speed. Just as we hit the nice and smooth resurfaced section, we turn off left down an even worse lane called Poole Old Hall Lane. At the end we hit the main road to Nantwich bound for the marina cafe. Service is slow as the weather looks like rain and the wind is getting stronger. How long can it take to make three coffees and dispense two plates of cake? 

We set off back at high speed with a wind-assist via a regular routing towards Bunbury and out via Beeston castle to slide around Tattenhall bound for Sandy Lane. Well, we certainly put our SPDs down hard, as we got back to the top of Sandy Lane at an all-round average speed of 17 mph with 50 miles ridden.

So despite the wind being somewhat against us on the way out, we reaped the benefits on the return. Did I mention that we were back home by 1400 and no rain at all, but it did start to rain in  Chester just after I got home. 

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CA

5th June 2025: Criccieth (Special Ride)

 Well it could be any regular CER Thursday in Nov or Dec heading for Chirk. 50-100 yard visibility torrential rain and steamed up windscreen. But no, its June and we are heading west on the A55!

 No sane rider would have set out today if it wasn’t for the fact all the weather forecasts showed it brightening from the west. And west indeed was todays destination Caernarfon, for a two castles ride.

 Once everyone had unloaded their vehicles we awaited the arrival of our venerable secretary and his wingman Steve T. It was a quick phone call that revealed the two of them were already ensconced in the warm atmosphere of the cafe.

 Once Kevin had consumed his bodyweight in bacon butties our intrepid group set off on our N.Wales adventure. The group consisted of Megan, Mel, Kevin, Mold Andy, Steve T & H, Dave H, Alan, Mike G,  Keith & local boy Trevor. See our group below

Photo Steve Hu

Trevor and Mike had cycled part of the way to Caernarfon so it wasn’t as much of a shock to their legs as the rest of us battled the headwinds along Aber Foreshore Rd with the Menai straights on our right-hand side.

 Soon with the coast behind us we set about tackling what Wales is famous for, not Sheep or Rain but Welsh hills. The climb was only interrupted by a road closed sign (which we normally take with a pinch of halen), but on this occasion was blocked by two vans, a plastic fence, a digger and a sizeable hole. A diplomatic chat with the contractors in their own language ensured a slow squeeze past the various obstacles and normal service was resumed.

 Once clear and along with Steve H’s assurances “this is the last climb” we continued to rise and fall for a further forty-five minutes, by this time Steve overtures were being mostly ignored and the subject turned to “how long before lunch”. Before long the road dropped away and the sea came into view. Alan’s group were straining at the leash and allowed free reign to meet us at the lunch stop Tir a Môr Cafe. On arriving at the cafe Alan and his merry band were not to be seen, we realised later he had taken them on a Tour du Criccieth for extra miles. 

Feeding the sparrows

Replete with crab sandwiches and other excellent fayre we plunged down to the sea shore and took our second photo outside Criccieth Castle.

Photo AO

To avoid the busy A road we entered Llanystumdwy on the cycle path and followed the national cycle path network up to Bryncir.

 At this point Alan decided he needed some extreme hill training and set off up the A road on his own. Soon he realised that the lovely gated Lôn Eifion (a gated old railway) was preferable to the busy A road and re-joined us. Mike and Trevor regaled us with the history of this lovely cycleway which is a 12.5 mile closed road from Bryncir to Caernarfon. The railway ceased operations in 1964 In addition to to it being part of the Avon Wen railway line it also shared part of its route with the Nantile Tramway. The Nantile Tramway transported slate from the local quarries to waiting vessels in Caernarfon.

 Lastly the old tramway/line had a role in transporting materials from the quarry to the Dinorwic pumped power station near Llanberis during its construction.   But probably the MOST endearing part of the route is the nine-mile downhill section all the way into Caernarfon. This section is delight to ride, requiring little pedalling and only the occasional stop to open gates or cross roads.

 Soon we were back in town and here the group split, some heading to the station others to their cars and lastly the thirsty group who headed to the Caffi Maes for another warm drink.

 A very pleasant 42 miles spent in excellent company with only a few short and mild showers.

 Steve Hu 

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