19th March 2026: Llay (mod+)

 This weeks’ blog is a tad different in more ways than one-Lol. For starters the meet venue was very popular, with my head count reaching 21+  At one point I thought there was going to be four groups.  I overheard DH mention Audlem Marina and the fast boys were talking about Sandbach. I also believe there were a few doing their own thing or a 4th group?

It was a glorious day and the best for months, which meant all groups got going pretty sharp, all keen as mustard.

 

My group became the ‘CB’s, who had ridden in from Waverton, TT1 (the thief) who rode over with me, ‘RR’ (Rapha Ray), John Mills and Toby.

 

Before I get started on the ride and the day’s inevitable mishaps, faux-pas and simply daft moments. I would like to introduce our latest honorary member, which as most of you already know, is a form of fond recognition for individual acts of heroism, loyalty, benevolence or simply embarrassing moments or stupidity- Lol. The Mod+ group has a hard core following, which started with the Chuckle Brothers, their moment of ‘note’ long since forgotten (something to do with Solero ice lollies-Lol) but now in need of an update. As for why they’re known as brothers- more on all of that later.

 

Those followers of the Mod+ ethos, intentional or not, inevitably become honorary members by earning themselves a pseudonym. These are awarded by yours truly in a similar way to that of our illustrious King when bestowing a title on his special citizens, except a Mod+ title involves no sword and is usually less gratifying or welcomed. Our democratic committee of one deliberates long and hard, with tireless dedication, in order to proudly award a personalised pseudonym -Lol. It doesn’t take long, for some, to earn an appropriate title, in some cases several, although it can be tricky to make such an award because some individuals are simply more reliable, capable, self-aware and simply down right more competent-Lol.

 

So, without further a doo, our latest honorary member is Toby, who, hence forth, shall be known as ‘TT2’ (Teflon Toby) as per the Mod+ ethos trope! Number 2, due to ‘the thief’ of course. Such recognition is usually all my work, but on this occasion credit goes to Steve Hu aka ‘the chatterbox’ aka, one half of the ‘chuckle brothers,’ etc etc-Lol. He commented to me, in passing, “nothing ever sticks to Toby, in the blog. He’s like Teflon.” And so it became - in the best words of Jean-Luc Piccard “make it so”- Lol,Lol.

 

I mean, TT2 goes about his cycling in a very unassuming way, a gent who never shoots himself in the foot, always does his turns on the front, although most of the time he is too quick-Lol. No wonder it’s taken 6 months to become an honorary member.

 

While I’m at it, there are a few initialisms that need an update, or have simply been superseded, as it is all too easy for some-Lol. Kev, aka ‘the very nice man’, is hardly ever seen these days, since he got married and so he becomes ‘TIM’ (the invisible man). CB1 has earned a more appropriate initialism; ‘KK’ (Kit-Kat) because he is all too often at the back of the group taking a break- Lol.  With one half of the brothership left, it seems logical to consolidate his initialisms and just recently has more than earned his new honour of ‘MM’ (Moaning Mertle) Lol.

 

Shall we mention the ride? -Lol.

 

We arrived at the cafe after 20 miles, just before 12 noon and made it back to Tattenhall by 2pm, where we all split for home -job done -Lol,Lol,Lol.

 

Apologies to John, who I only discovered had turned back at our first regroup in Oscroft. I didn’t know he was finding the pace tricky. I’m used to his 'fast boy' days.

 

Oh yes, lunch was very enjoyable and everybody seemed very pleased with their orders, after grabbing the large table, which no doubt contributed to the myriad of amusing conversation and cross banter. One memorable subject was from TT2, who tried to educate ‘TT1 & MM on the nastier aspects of fish fungus, whilst ‘RR’ (or was it ‘MM’?) were trying to outbid each other on the different types and size of motorbike they had each owned in a previous life-Lol. How ironic that ‘MM’ has recently downgraded to a Vespa scooter, albeit a nice one- Lol.

 

TT1 brought us all back to a more sober Earth, when enlightening us all about the Anthrax outbreak in the  fields adjacent to the cafe. Thankfully, this was a lot of years back apparently and now there is a housing estate there.

 

As for the brotherly aspect of the now de-funcked ‘CB’s’ initialism. Light was thrown on the subject when ‘MM’ (CB2 of old remember-Lol), produced a photograph from his phone of him and ‘KK’ on mopeds in their teenage years, which is a hint as to why they have been known as brothers. They both went to school together, bless-em.

 

So, there we have it. What a cracking day in gorgeous sunshine, with great company and more than the usual hilarious moments. TT1 was in particular form on the day.  I loved his story about a younger him and his drunken mates nicking Xmas gnomes. However, the police caught them quickly because they forgot to take the batteries out and were flashing brighter than the police car -Lol,Lol.

 

Till next time ladies- Haseeb Sadeek (‘take care’ in Welsh-Lol,Lol)

 

PS, I’m not sure about you guys, but I’m doubtful even I will keep up with this diatribe- Lol. 

My stinking cold has clearly affected my artistic writing bent -Lol.

 

‘NT’ aka Waffling Wind Whisperer (triple initialism-Lol) 

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19th March 2026 : Sandbach (brisk)

Just like all the caravans and motor homes seem to come out onto the roads when the sun shines, so it was today as two thirds of the club were at Rose Farm cafe with their bikes. Some riders were still in bib tights, but a few of us were sporting our bib shorts – probably for the first time this year!

I’d curated a brisk ride to Sandbach to my favourite pub–The George. Ken and Nick were also up for it, as was Young Chris who joined us as well. We set off ahead of the herded cats on a standard route to Eaton. I missed the planned turn, but took the next which took us down a better surfaced road. We head south to Barbridge then east to join the Wettenhall to Nantwich road.

Crossing into Welshman’s Lane, I had espied a smooth short cut through the Kingsbourne housing estate which worked well. We wiggle through Nantwich but a shout from behind informs me that my rear mudguard is rattling and very loose. I’ve had this problem before with my Specialized Creo. The bracket that supports the mudguard on the rear stays has snapped off. So this is my replacement bracket that has snapped since I bought the bike in October 2025– not impressed with the quality of the design. Help is offered as a cat’s cradle of colour-matched cable ties hoists the mudguard just clear of the tyre. But, will it hold for the next 30 miles! I resolve to acquire some more ties in Sandbach as I’m now out-of-stock – just in case!

We are now on an eastern trek via Shavington to Weston where we head north to Haslington, Winterley (with its pool), Wheelock Heath, Wheelock, and into Sandbach. Down the High Street we rock up at The George and bag an outside table. The pub is always busy but our food is served up quickly. Ken and I use the time to try to find a cable-tie shop locally. There is B&M and Handy Household shops locally. As the Handy is on the way out, we stop and I enter into an Aladdin’s Cave with a magnificent display of cable ties – mudguard insurance sorted!

We now head north west along the long Bradwell Road into the edge of Middlewich. As the next checkpoint is Winsford, the route is a familiar one. We access the Whitegate Way where the next 3 miles are actually uphill all the way to the Station cafe. The bikes know the route back as we head for Oulton Park where Nick peals off for home. We three arrive back close to Rose Farm where, after about 60 miles already ridden today, Chris decides to ride off into the sunset while he can so heads for Kelsall and beyond– after all he’s on holiday this week.

Ken is parked up in Waverton so we head back together. I then head for the Specialized shop in Boughton where I bought the bike from. The service is superb – no issues arise as the bike is on the stand and a different, and hopefully sturdier, bracket is fitted there and then.

Shiny new bracket - let's see how long this lasts

So many thanks to Ken, Nick and Chris for their help and company today. The route round is 47 miles but was 76 miles for me and much more for Chris.

CA

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19th March 2026: Overwater Marina (mod)

It was a bright, sunny morning when a large group of CER members gathered at Rose Farm Café. The forecast was for plenty of sunshine and very little wind, so ideal cycling conditions. In the end, there were four groups (brisk, mod+ , mod and mod-) which set out for different destinations around the Cheshire countryside.

The ‘mod’ group consisted of Dave H, Ray B, Trevor, George, Keith and myself. Our destination was Overwater Marina near Audlem, as both Dave and I had, independently, thought it would be good to sit outside the café there for lunch.

So we set off down Wood Lane, heading for Clotton. This road is probably the very worst in Cheshire, with lots of ruts and potholes and, in several stretches, no tarmac whatsoever. On the other side of the A51 at Clotton, Corkscrew Lane has recently been resurfaced and is now as smooth as a race track. Keith suggested that we should roll it up like a carpet and re-lay it down Wood Lane. If only!

Our route took us through Huxley, Brassey Green and down past The Shady pub to Beeston Castle. From there we pressed on south through Bunbury, Brindley and Chorley, arriving at Wrenbury soon after 12. Nearly there, I thought, but the six miles or so from there to the marina took a while and it was nearly one o’clock by the time we’d got through Wrenbury Heath and Sound to the Bridge 80 at Overwater Marina.

Keith was worried that it might be busy at the café and that it would take a while for our lunch to be served, but in fact our orders were taken quickly and the food came in good time. There was some confusion about who had ordered what, which amused the ladies who were serving us. On the plus side, the food was good, especially George’s vegetarian breakfast.

On the way down, George had been catching up on the happenings of recent weeks, as he’d been away in the Far East. In particular, the recent saga of Dave H’s dog slipping its lead and getting lost on Runcorn Heath was news to him. Trevor suggested that George should follow the aphorism ‘Get in the loop, stay with the group’ to avoid missing out in the news.

We set off back long Cool Lane now with the wind (mostly) behind us. On reaching Nantwich, we avoided the town centre by wiggling our way through the lakeside park to cross the River Weaver, emerging through the houses on the north side, where we crossed the A51 and ran past Rease Heath College.

Crossing the Shropshire Union Canal (again) at the Venetian Marina, we continued north to Cholmondelston and Wettenhall. Approaching Eaton, we had the choice of taking the long steep hill up to the summit on Tarporley Road or the slightly longer (?) but less steep route via Cotebrook. After taking a vote, we took the Cotebrook route, where Keith left us to return to his car just outside Frodsham and the rest of us headed for Rose Farm.

Just under 45 miles after a ride through the Cheshire lanes on a sunny and warm day. Is this the start of a long, hot summer, or is there a sting in tail of winter that is yet to come?

ST

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12th March 2026: Comberbach

 So todays ride, yet again I just couldn’t be bothered to check the weather. Otherwise, like so many, I wouldn’t have set out from the house, but put ‘Loose Women’ on instead of recording it for later . The hardy souls that did turn out in a moderate breeze and awaiting the rain were myself, electric Dave, Dave H, Toby and a 'new lad' called Chris otherwise known as ‘last minute.com’ to the mod+ lads. I said new, due to the fact half his body has disappeared now that he’s all hair and a lean mean cycling machine . So we set off against the wind - yes it wasn’t a breeze - heading for a circular route to Comberbach via Norley , Acton Bridge (downhill) , around Little Leigh , Higher Whitley and Antrobus . 

It was around here we stopped for a mothers meeting. Toby and Chris, who usually are out with Neil’s or any of the slightly faster groups were unsure of what to expect, but were given a vote on where to go. Not that it meant anything to me or Dave H, as we just said it’s going to be a few extra miles the way we were heading and that the weather was going to be against us on the return. So we headed for the Spinner and Bergamot (ok, it’s a named after a spinning loom between Pickmere and Wincham owned by the Smith family who had a jockey who’s best horse was called Bergamot). Here, we left Toby who was cycling with last minute Chris back to Chester, so they didn’t dine with me and his lordship. Their mileage was done via new money i.e. kilometres, so they probably achieved in excess of 80/90 kilometres in old money, around 50/60 miles according to Google.

Me and club royalty got a decent seat as the pub was empty and under new ownership, so it wasn’t difficult. We then ordered our grub which took ages. It was one of those moments where we had got warm and comfortable, so let’s order an Uber. But being stupid, we went back out to dark skies and head winds .

So our route back to Delamere was as follows;  Little Leigh but this time through the village then back to the river at the Acton swing bridge where we had the climb up the hill we had descended earlier. But hats off to us both - even against the wind we didn’t get off. Then the weather gods thought ‘oh that’s it now, I’m putting heavy rain into the mix for the rest of the journey’. This was via Acton Bridge station to Crowton, then up another hill we had descended earlier which was pot holed, missing tarmac, mud- covered and now wet and puddled - oh, that’s us two, sorry. Anyway, you get the idea. The rain and wind made my mind wander to the last time I rode up this hill. I had shorts and sleeveless cycling jersey on, getting sweat in my eyes, not cold wet rain. Anyway, at the top yet again neither of us had dismounted, so we headed on the short run to Hatchmere lake where Dave had parked. I’d ridden out, but with being the nominated carer, I accepted a lift back to the ‘village by the river’. So my mileage today was 46 miles and Dave around 32 all told. With the wind and rain later, it wasn’t a bad effort by us all .

One final note I forgot. Steve H had arrived at Delamere knowing that none of the mod+ hierarchy were attending, but he came anyway to see what idiots where stupid enough to venture out. His mode of transportation was a very nice Vespa (mods & rockers age).  

Footnote: I know it’s not clever not looking at the weather forecast, but as we all live in the UK, we expect variations in the weather.  Mostly, this year so far, the weather gods have taken a great pleasure in making me use all my winter cycling attire, but I can say it was  another top cycling day. So cheers to the guests from the mod+ mob who learned things today from the really moderate duo .

KB

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