5th March 2026: Nantwich

 It was great to meet Liz and Dave, who were up for a ride to Bunbury with the tandem. Jim had returned from holiday and was also pleased to join in on a short route. I had a route reaching Nantwich, but a rough estimate using Google indicated it would be about thirty-seven miles. I was slightly in denial of this as I had an appointment in Widnes at 3.15, not 3.50 as I had first thought, so I needed to return to Walk Mill for 2.30 which was probably too optimistic. Despite getting out to my bike early, we didn’t manage to leave on time; the first base for needing to crack-on hadn’t been reached. Poor old Mold Andy had arrived in a sweat, and by the time his cup of tea was served didn’t have time to drink it, (although he wasn’t the cause of delay). The mod group consisted of Trevor, Andy B, Dave Matthews, Ray, Steve Tan, Andy W and me. We set off for Tiverton via Burton and Hoofield, before swooping down to the canal and railway on the A49 and climbing to the left turn after the former Wild Boar now being developed into apartments. We soon reached Alpraham where to avoid a rough lane and save time we headed down the A51 to Long Lane, not far, but unlikely to please Andy W with his ‘A’ road aversion neurosis. (Unlike Andy B who often uses main roads to return to wet Wales expediently). We finished up at Cholmondeston and then headed south for Venetian Marina. Dave Matthews was made up with his electric bike but decide that he needed to eat; although we had only been out for about an hour and forty (he had been up since 6a.m. and must have only eaten half a Dairylea triangle on a thin slice of toast for breakfast). He did have a point though, Tilly’s for lunch was a bit of a stretch.  We could go to the nearby café Imagination Lane  at Gates Farm and think of shortening the total route. A little pow-wow about a re-adjustment of our route was made difficult by having two riders out in front way up the road. In the end Dave headed back for Taylor’s Tearoom at Venetian Marina and was later able to recommend it under the newish ownership. We finished up at the marina on Chester Road opposite Dorfold Hall at the edge of Nantwich. The weather had been fine and it was a very nice spot for a lunch stop close to the narrow boats. I ordered soup for expediency, but it wasn’t on the menu and although very nice took a little time to be made from scratch. Steve by this time had decided to have a proper lunch and ride back to Runcorn from somewhere on the return route. I had to act quickly as I was going to miss my medical appointment. I indicated my simple intended return route for the group to Trevor by way of my OS map and quickly cleared off.

The only way I could get back in time was straight down the A51 to Duddon before turning left to Walk Mill, which, with a following wind, worked out, as I was just about able to drive out of Walk Mill on schedule. Having spoken to Trevor, the return in the direction of Bunbury via Acton and Haughton went smoothly.  Andy W returned by way of Cholmondeley, and Andy B and Steve headed home at convenient points; Ray was the only one needing to return to Walk Mill for his car. Trevor reckoned the basic route was 37.5 miles. Thanks to Trevor for taking over, and to Steve for being so tolerant about me driving home without him.  It was a lovely, sunny day on some enjoyable lanes in the usual good company.

DH 

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5th March 2026: Little Budworth

 At last a lovely day at Walk Mill, although I set off in thick fog and 6 degrees, but within 2 Miles the sun came through and the fog vanished in an instant, This, ultimately meant I was overdressed for the day-Lol. 

For the first time since Xmas and beyond there wasn’t a serious threat of rain or at least not until 3pm. And so a good gathering, once more, with at least 18 by my count, which included Dave and Liz Pipe aboard the electric tandem- does that signify Spring is officially here-Lol. A noteable absentee was Keith, as I seem to remember him always making Walk Mill, but I could be wrong- never!- Lol.

 

Almost all of the Mod+ crowd had gathered, all bar ‘the very nice man’ who clearly still has ‘post honeymoon disease’ -Lol, but the rest all keen to follow me to the Station House cafe, on the Whyte Gate Way. 

 

However, that got scuppered by the Brisk boys deciding to also follow me. This meant a tactical change to the option cafe, ‘The Hollies’, as it is huge inside and out and can easily handle my group of 9.

 

My peloton therefore became Shane aka ‘the thief’, the ‘chuckle brothers’, Toby, Chris aka ‘last minute.com’, Clive (non-elec this week) Rapha Ray, Nick and yours truly.

 

We set off toward Oscroft and yet again I had to stop and reboot my Garmin after the route dumped itself again!  I think it is time for a new one. I can’t complain after 35000 miles+ on that one (almost all my retired years in fact, I have just realised). I noticed, only the other day, that Garmin have now come out with a pared down, no frills, version of the 1000 edge range, for half the price - OMG! Guess whose birthday is only 2 weeks away-Lol.

 

Back to the ride and it wasn’t long before we were passing DM’s pad and heading towards what used to be my favourite hill climb (not!- Chapel Ln). Alas, injuries have kept me away for the last year +. A mile or so later we turn left toward Kelsall and after a mile the first of our uphill bits. We turned left at the Citrus cafe and continued up for what became a few miles, by the time we got through Delamere forest and regrouped at Hachmere.

I was heading for my favourite northern lane. Gallowsclough Ln is a cracker, as long as there hasn’t been rain for several days and it didn’t disappoint. It’s of course up and down, but in lovely condition. 

 

Only 2 miles later we were hurtling down hill, past an often-used right turn, into the Whitegate way, which I felt might not be dry enough on this occasion. So, we head uphill again for a circumnavigation via Clutton and Sandiway, although not before the ‘chatterbox’ pulls us over for an Hors d'oeuvre, just before our lunch stop-Lol. 

 

Mind you, that wasn’t the first ‘CB’ pit stop. CB 1 needed a clothing change, just before Delamere forest, as is the way of the CB’s. I mean, what happened to simply sweating when you get hot, although it beats me how they get hot hanging on to the back of the grupetta- Lol.

 

Cereal bar scoffed, we set off again and it wasn’t long before CB2 aka ‘the chatter box’ decided to almost take out our peloton on a junction where we all turned right, except him of course. The strange thing was, he asked me if we were going to turn right, obviously spotting a stationary Chris in the distance up ahead, I responded with “yes, turning right.”

Next thing I know, Just as I turned right, he shouts “woh!” And before I knew it, somebody shouts “ease up, Steve has gone straight on for some reason.”-Lol. Baffled as to how his mind works, I was left thinking it must have something to do with all that Welsh stuff he’s learning- he   simply can’t understand English anymore - Lol, Lol.

 

We weren’t that far from our original lunch venue of the Station House cafe, which we shoot straight past. Our option cafe was only 2 miles away, which prompted a warning to Nick and Chris, who were heading off the front again, that there was a discrete right turn at the bottom of the fast right-hander, which most people don’t even notice. Sure enough, after we sort of regroup in Shay’s Ln, Nick remarked to me that he had previously wondered where said Ln lead too. My retort was, “you’ll shortly see”- Lol.

 

Not much more than a mile or so, we pulled into the ‘exit only’ entrance to the rear of The Hollies. This back route avoids the main entrance on the A49, which is not a road you want to be on, even in a car, let alone a bike.

 

We decided it was warm enough to sit outside and picked one of many under cover bench tables. Food orders made and electronic beepers in hand, we all sit down and await the call.

We were barely sat when the first beeper went off. I happened to follow CB 2 to the counter, where I found him trying to steal somebody elses order by confusing the women with the wrong number- Think he preferred Toby’s order to his own. Clearly, he has spent too much time eating alongside ‘the thief’, who, as we all know, is partial to stealing his mates lunch order- Lol.

 

Lunch conversation, (once we calmed Nick down from his rant about the waste of packaging, I guess he won’t be going back -Lol) was for the second time in as many weeks, about AI, most of the time - note to self, don’t allow Clive to join our group again, as he is AI obsessed- Lol.

After a quick team photo, we got going and head toward Oulton Park on very quiet lanes, which was pretty much the norm for the day. Clive seemed to particularly enjoy those few miles, commenting that he hadn’t been on those for years.  After just 5 miles we had passed through Eaton and on into Tarporley, heading for Beeston.  I was aware of Church Ln closure, so we  needed to go around it via the Ice Cream Farm, which is a much more scenic way and added a couple more needed miles. Again, the road closure, like many in the county, are all to do with replacing the water main.

 

Anyway, after a quick dash down to the Shady pub and a much slower, self-imposed, slog up to the castle for me, we then set about the lovely stretch to the ICF only 3 miles away, but first I set after Nick, chasing him downhill   through my favourite set of switch backs as I call them, with Beeston castle now on our left and Peckforton castle dead ahead. That bit never fails to inspire a burst of energy.

We soon turn right to the ICF having all regrouped, which prompted a short conversation between me and Clive about the old days when the ICF used to be a meet venue for CER.

Barely finished our chat, we arrived at the cross roads, where we all split up.

 

Toby, Chris, ‘the thief’ and the CB’s turned right to Waverton, as the CB’s were parked there. Toby / Chris were heading home to Chester-ish. Not sure if Clive didn’t actually go straight over or right with the others? Nick and I turned left to Tattenhall and home for me, Nick adding another seven miles to Tilston.

 

Another great day, with the weather holding again and a couple of unusual bits to confuse my fellow cyclists-Lol. The Chatter Box starred as usual and provided most of the entertainment-bless him. A big group this week, which didn’t hinder the ride at all, in fact it was enhanced.

 

I later discovered that “the CB’s’ did encounter some rain on their drive home, but it stayed dry in my patch of Milton Green.

 

Till next times ladies- Lol.

 

Neil T

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26th February 2026: Chester

 This week’s ride was not worthy of a blog to be fair, but I would hate to buck with tradition & protocol. That said, some of you will be pleased to read that this will be shorter than usual-Lol.

As the venue for the day was my local cafe, I felt obliged to turn up, despite having intentions of an easy 20 miles in mind, due to yet another injury. So, I had no intention of leading a proper ride for the Mod+ crowd. As it happens, none of the usual Mod + crowd turned up, although Steve Hu was there, but he only wanted to ride home easy, which was exactly what F&E wanted as well. Both had ridden to Alison’s. So, my plan to ride to Chester and back was ideal for them, as it would provide them a circular anticlockwise route back home.

 

I think there were approximately a dozen members gathered at Alison’s, but I don’t know what the other group rides were. I heard Trev and DH discussing options to the south, but Trevor was wary of going too far because of the threat of rain later.  I know DH was considering his now favourite Malpas - who would have thought - Lol.

 

There wasn’t a Brisk group, Just Rapha Ray as the token fast rider. DM was there along with ‘non elec Ray’, who has become ‘electric Ray’ again-Lol, due to him arriving on his brand new electric Orbea. Last, but not least were George, Mike Gilbert and Keith, they all seemed happy to go with the flow.

 

Yet again there was a threat of a decent downpour after 12, so my trio and I got going sharpish. 

 

As we pulled out of Alison’s, ‘last min.com’ passed us heading in. We quickly dissuaded him from joining us, letting him know our ride was not worthy of his fast legs, so I assume he may have made a pair with Rapha Ray.

 

Two or Three miles later we were tapping it along the canal road, at a good pace, due to the cross-tail wind, as opposed to my legs. Through Waverton heading for Christleton, we turn left into Birch Heath Lane. Once there, we turned right toward Littleton and a crossing of the A51. Fiona and I got across straight away, but the other two were obviously half asleep and took ages to cross, I was about to turn back to look for them, when they came into sight-Lol. It wasn’t long before we were crossing the A41 into Hoole Ln, which is a simple option into the centre of Chester.

 

Only 2 miles later we arrived, adjacent to Evans Cycles, which is where I left my group of three, to carry on home via Handley bridge. I believe their plan was to part ways at Doddleston, both having roughly 4 miles-ish to their respective homes from there.

 

Meanwhile I turned left for Tattenhall via Huntington, Bruera, Platts Lane and another crossing of the A41. Tattenhall was just 3 miles and then my final Frog Lane and yet another crossing of the A41 and home, with only a few drops of rain after only 21 miles.

The others made it home without incident,  F&E got a bit wet apparently and Steve just had a few drops like me.

 

An unusual morning, all in all, due to many things, but no less enjoyable. I didn’t even need to clean my bike, what a bonus.

 

Till next time people-Lol.

 

Neil T

26th February 2026: Malpas

As so often recently, the Thursday weather forecast was a disappointment for cyclists. We could get wet in the morning and were definitely in danger of drowning after lunch. There was a decent turnout of moderates at Alison’s, considering that it was not a day you would entertain taking a solo spin for fun. Dave Matthews had turned out, but was having a new pacemaker fitted in the afternoon. It was good to see George again looking relaxed and lightly tanned. Big Ray had returned with a new electric Orbea bike. Mold Andy, Mike G, Steve T, Trevor, Keith and me completed the slowsters group.

Steve offered a ride to Audlem with lunch at the apparently revived Lord Combermere, but it was decided that this could be a stretch if the weather turned nasty. Neil was also thinking of a short ride for the faster group to beat the rain. So it was that I led a route that reached down west of Whitchurch, but had a fast wind -assisted return from lunch at Malpas. We had a bit of climbing to reach Broxton Old Hall. Ray was enjoying his electric bike upgrade as we sped down to Hampton Post, crossing the A41 at Hampton Heath, avoiding the busy roundabout. We turned left down the little lane opposite the high school which enabled us to circumnavigate car- crammed Malpas central, and head toward Grindley Brook before turning for Lower Wych on an attractive curly lane we don’t often use, passing Wigland Hall. We turned right along a rough road stretch past Tybroughton Hall to reach Tallarn Green and Threapwood. Trevor thought I was making a wrong turn before Chapel Lane, but my trusty OS map showed a link via Back Lane and Sandy Lane to Dog Lane and on to Oldcastle Heath (where my wife’s Clio was having an alternator replaced). 

Dave, his OS map and the Heath (Robinson) Mk 2 waterproof map cover

Before reaching Peacock Farmyard we turned up Sunnyside in the direction of the B5069 and the final little grind up to Malpas.

 The bijou (as George called it!) Little Deli looked pretty full, so we cycle around the corner to The Old Fire Station. The café was crammed, so we had to split up, with Mike and myself on a separate table, so I don’t know how the general conversation unfolded. Us two old dogs didn’t have an entertaining Graham Norton style chat, analyse the possible outcomes in the Middle East, or discuss Tracey Emin’s exhibition, but we did discuss old dogs, old cars, and the usual one foot in the grave health issues. It was very pleasant to catch up with Mike, but our chat is unlikely to appear in The Guardian magazine. I did reflect that he probably cycled five times my mileage in a year. The food was very good and the staff very friendly, but the café being so busy we were a bit late getting back out.

The roads looked wet, but despite the forecast we didn’t have any rain on our briskish return. Andy and Trevor headed straight for home, although I suspect Trevor would have been just as fast if he had returned to Guilden Sutton with Keith via Tattenhall. Our route back was by way of  Tilston, Clutton and Chowley. Despite the constant wet weather recently the roads were  flood -free.  I had been bothered at times by the likelihood of Ray in his enthusiasm going ahead and missing a turn, or undertaking  Andy spearing me on the inside, but overall the day had been very enjoyable, and the quiet lanes route had worked out well. Not quite thirty miles covered, but George hadn’t ridden for weeks, and it was enough for Ray and me. Andy, Trevor, Keith and Mike clocked up considerably more miles. Mad Keith had even done a Ray Hardman, by riding an extra few miles to make his target of fifty. We had also done a fair bit of climbing for a short ride, Steve recording 2,067 feet. Thanks to Keith for keeping the group together at the back, and to Andy and Mike for making the effort from afar despite the bad weather forecast.

DH 

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19th February 2026: Holt

 Well you all will have read the classics maybe, so here’s a moderate ride short story .

The start of today’s adventure  - yes the mods don’t just do cycling - ours seem to turn to adventures -  was from Hawarden. Oh dear I’m getting writers block, as I can’t remember the cafe's name as I only remember it by the late Spiros (The Gallery - ed) . The mods / fast group ( they use to be mods + but something has happened and they now have become much quicker)  had a mob out going up some fancy Welsh hills, where our trio of adventurers  - Trevor, myself and our secretary, Dave .

The aim for us today was to get to Holt have lunch at Maggie's which we managed starting from Guilden Sutton as we all met there. It was convenient then ride  to Hawarden, but we had a small detour due to road resurfacing, oh and the usual narky 'I don’t like cyclists' jobs worth who said go around, so we set off through Saltney ferry then Broughton . Here is where we just missed a very rare chance to be under the flying Beluga as it came in to land. A few minutes earlier and we would of been right under the flight path at it’s lowest before it touched down . This is why I said we had adventures, not just the detour but via very busy roads that where being used by lots of very civil drivers being so courteous to cyclists as if they hated us like most people driving on Thursdays . 

The trip out was 25 miles for us via Dobshill area ,Penymynydd,  Marford, Borras Head to Holt. Thanks Garmin for helping me remember . Then lunch at Maggies was, as usual, of great standard and as normal the girls serving did a good job. Chatter was not up to the moderates usual intellectual offerings as I can’t remember much .

The ride back to Guilden was done without consultation as Dave was happy going straight back but me and Trevor ganged up on him. But due to another road closure at Churton, we didn’t have to hold him down and stand on his balls he just followed chuntering about he would have been happy going straight back, but we had to head for Coddington, Crowley then Tattenhall to get to Guilden Sutton for Dave's passion wagon and  Trevor’s house .

The mileage was around 45.9, as I had cycled to Dave's. The weather today was also a bonus for us due to the fact that, of late, it was blowing cold and wet, but not today. So yet another fantastic ride over all sorts of terrains. Up some pimples, down some muddy lanes, bunny hopped a few craters, gave some hand signals to drivers, might have sworn once or twice, but you know what, it was a good cycling day. So thanks to Trevor and Dave for decent company and I can’t think of any mods mistakes of leaving items or not paying or anything daft that seems to follow us around. So next time we need to find the suspects - obviously as it isn’t any of our trio ? 

KB

19th February 2026: Caerwys

Considering it was a cold, damp, slate grey miserable day,  we had a respectable ten hardy souls that turned up at the Gallery in Hawarden. Alas Neil had a niggly knee, so had phoned in sick..lol

The three mods had ridden in from Guilden Sutton, so had planned a ride at lower altitude back via Gresford. Ivan had ridden in from home and had an appointment in a hostelry in Mold. No prizes for guessing which one…lol

So Steve H, Clive, Toby, Ray, Chris,(not last minute for a change), and myself, set off for lunch in Caerwys.

Choosing the well ridden route through Northop Hall to Northop, then up Middle Mill Lane.  Despite it being a long steep drag it was so cold no one was taking any layers off today. Steve left us at this point to ride solo, his gravel bike just a few kilos too heavy for the unforgiving Welsh hills.

The Halkyn hills were covered in snow at the top but the lanes thankfully ice free. We had booked lunch at the Corner Cafe for 12:30,  but my route would have got us there too early, so I had to add a few more miles, but this detour provided us with our team photo location, at the 'Hilltop Haven', with its ever growing collection of movie themed statues.

Lunch was excellent at the Corner Cafe as always, conversation was non-specific, Clive reminded us about how his solar panels provide enough power for half of Chester, and pay his mortgage! Lol

It had not warmed up at all as we set off again into the grayness, only 2 degrees! So, continuing to lead us from the back, I found some rough muddy lanes that Clive would be proud of, leading to Pantasaph past the Crooked Horn to Pentre Halkyn. (see below)

This was as far as my legs wanted to go, so after sending them the wrong way up a one-way lane, (you all know the one), I descended back home.

Great company as always, 40 miles for me and between 50 and 60 for the hard men,  but we did miss Steve and Neil’s witty banter.

AO

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12th February 2026: Tattenhall

A smaller turn out than usual for Maggie’s. No doubt most got frightened off by the weather forecasts, which I have to admit to succumbing to on occasion- Lol. However, a careful look at the Satellite pictures and more the pace of the clouds made me think we might just get away with it, as long as we finished by 1:30pm at the latest - fingers crossed- trust me I’m a Dr. -Lol.

 

Notable absentees were Shane aka ‘the thief’, with a dodgy back, which must be contagious as Alan aka CB1 had a similar problem I believe or perhaps he just chose to go and sweep the Greenway with his other Sustrans  mates- Lol. And it was the first time I hadn’t seen Toby since he joined the club. So, my customary head count revealed roughly 10/11- ish, and amongst those was the notable ST, back from his hols, as I missed last week, due to my short visit to Amsterdam.

 

My route for the day had everything to do with the expected weather front, to which DH hit the nail on the head (in passing at the toilet queue) His prediction, of an ever decreasing circular route, prompted a chuckle from me -  “How did you know?”  Clearly, he was harbouring desires to be lead on such a creative meander- Lol.

 

I was keen to get a sharp start, in order to beat that front, so I let everybody know I would only be giving ‘last min.com’ 5 seconds leeway, as opposed to the usual 5 mins for him to arrive. And he must have heard me as he arrived just as we were walking out to our bikes-Lol.

 

My group for the day was different in many ways, due to most of the usual motley crew being absent. Only ‘the chatter box’ was present, but not for long, as we discovered later. 

The rest became ‘Rapha Ray’, Nick, then electric Clive & ‘last min.com’ - A decidedly quick bunch, which left me feeling a tad ominous.

 

We set off left straight into a closed road and the workers instantly forced us to the pavement, but not an issue, which left me thinking about the next closure.  ‘The chatter box’ had already warned me about heavy road works on the road up to Ecclestone, however, it didn’t take much thought to come up with an alternative, on the fly. We settled into a comfortable rhythm from the off, as there was a light tail cross wind, but the chatterbox was already on my case, as he went past setting a faster pace ( I mean! Come on) And then he tried to send us all the wrong way up Rossett Rd. “Why would I go that way” was my shout”, as I sailed straight on toward Borras “I have a plan and it doesn’t include 3 miles of cross headwind-da!-Lol. Onward, granted on a bumpy rough stretch, but with a cross tailwind leading us into our only hill of the day.

 

We turn right at the top of Borras and head up and down through Horsely Ln, down Marford  Hill and into Rossett. It wasn’t long before we pass F&E’s pad and through the Welsh boarder only 200mtrs beyond-Lol. Just as we passed the Grosvenor Hotel (lovely place BTW), Nick pulled up alongside and informed me that ‘the chatter box’ had left us, after only 5 miles and headed for home. He was supposed to stay with the group until Chester. Apparently he was feeling the pace, which he triggered (I’m a wind whisperer, not a mind reader- Lol)

 

Anyway, this seemed to be a trigger point for Nick to set a nice tempo pace, or at least it was to me, just a cruise for him and the others no doubt. I Instantly got on his back wheel and stayed there, like a limpet on a slippery rock -Lol. He clearly sensed I needed the help into the now slight cross headwind. Two miles later we turned right to Ecclestone and straight away we were faced with council workers again, but we managed to get by without dismounting, although the others possibly did, as I had to wait and then Clive came to the front, because he wanted us to stop and visit a tree-Lol.

 

The incline up through Handbridge caused me to lose the rest, prompting ‘last min.com’ to then drop back and give me his wheel to follow-bless him. Soon back on the group and down across the rapidly flowing river Dee, we turned right along the river front. I was heading for Hoole Ln, which would lead us to the A41 and Christleton beyond. At some point Chris came alongside me and lead us across said A41, immediately turning right. into a new bit of lane, for me at least. Turned out Chris rides Hare Ln almost every day- Lol. Anyway, it wasn’t long before we turned left after the pond in Christleton and briefly headed west toward Waverton. 

 

It was around there that Nick and I decided to try ‘in-flight refuelling’, with some skilful ‘pick pocketing’. Nick managing to reach into my jacket pocket for an energy gel, which I consumed on the move - Lol. I was thankful for that, as it did allow me to hang on  to their coat tails from Waverton and along the canal road into Tattenhall, as they were motoring with a slight cross tailwind and with everybody having a go at the front, except me of course-Lol. 4 miles later, I threw out the cafe option of ‘Old Ma’s’, as it was known before the new owners.

That’s a no then, as we pulled into Alison’s- Lol.

Conversation, leading up to lunch was unusually intelligent, in the words of Clive, which forced me to comment that I had clearly been cycling with the wrong people for the past couple of years - noting that only one of the usual Mod+ riders was present- That said, I still can’t remember what the scintillating topic of conversation was, Lol,Lol......Got it! It was about Chat GPT and how it and other AI apps are replacing everyday thinking for a lot of people and of course how jobs are being lost left right and centre, as Clive’s daughter has just discovered. 

 

I told the group about a pod cast I had recently listened to concerning an A330 aircraft crash. Cut a long story short; the 3 pilots effectively made the simplest mistake of stalling the aircraft into the deck, from 37,000 ft, can you believe and all because of the Auto Pilot. They appeared to fundamentally ignore their flying instincts, whilst also ignoring the computer telling them they were stalling, all the way down (all black box evidence of course, which is bright orange in reality, to those who may not know). My point with that story was that those pilots, in the same way as other chair bound, semi-automated workers, is that they are forgetting to think for themselves and when the time comes to think, because the AI has crashed, excuse the pun, there faced with a thinking crisis. 

There are several pod casts on the phenomena. and it starts in our schools and Uni’s, as they reckon as many as 50% use AI to write their papers etc.

 

Anyway, I digress slightly, although that was the crux of our short lunch conversation. Short because I wasn’t eating, preferring to stand, as my legs were tired and home was only a mile away. So I left, after a cup of tea, just as they got their food. 

 

I got home by 12;55, with just 32 miles on the clock, after a quick 24 at an AS, I reckon, of roughly 16+mph, as My Garmin had me at 15.5mph, due to my 8 lone miles cruising to Maggie's of course.

 

Another great morning with CER and somewhat different, but every bit as enjoyable as always, despite missing a few regulars (won‘’I call them friends-Lol) I later discovered Steve made it home with out incident, as I was concerned of course, like a childless mother -Lol.

 

Till next time ladies-Lol.

 

PS, we missed the rain, which arrived at my place by 2pm and what a miserable afternoon it was.

 

Cheers Neil.

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