30th April 2026: Winsford (Whitegate Way)

What a cracking sunny day at Rose Farm, with approximately 15 members keen to ride and DM in civvies. I believe 3 groups formed (2 Mod and 1 Mod+). I don’t believe there was a fast group, despite a few fast boys being there. I think the arrival of Ivan frightened them off-Lol. However, Nick was just there for coffee and Clive fancied a spin with ST’s group (once he saw Ivan arrive -Lol).

There was bike trouble before we even got started, with Keith visiting the bike shop around the corner, in order to solve a slipping seat post. Notable absentees this week were; ‘the thief’, on his hols in Scotland and TT2 ( Teflon Toby), which was particularly vexing, as I had carried a book  under my top that he had loaned me. Fortunately, if you’re reading this Toby, DM fancied reading it, so he has it now.

 

I had a real wind whisperer’s route, due to the forecast for as much as 30 Kph of wind by 1pm and it was already fairly stiff on the ride over, as F&E can  attest to, after 21 miles of cross headwinds to get to RF, just 10 for me, but yes, I did notice the SE wind- Lol.

 

My group became RR (Rapha Ray, on his new steel stead, with wireless SRAM gears and 32mm tyres) Chris (Lastminute.com), who was on time -Lol. And the CB’s of course. Before we got going and just as I was grabbing my helmet, I noticed a thin wallet on the floor, which on further investigating, was a wad of credit cards belonging to our new member, who was just mounting his bike, when I re-united him with said cards. A somewhat unusual way to introduce myself to Anthony-Lol.

 

We set off right out of RF and quickly covered the first few miles as we were running with the wind, to the NW via Willington, Oscroft and Little Barrow, in order to swing east and take advantage of the protected lanes through Manley and Delamere forest. The lane past Manley Mere, which used to be a shocking bumpy ride, has been resurfaced by the way. Despite most of the club being frightened away from Delamere last week, due to the road closure, I chose to lead my merry band through the crossroads at Hatchmere, as I had heard there was an improvised pedestrian way. The road works are massive, which are going to be there for some time, it would appear.

 

So, no problem getting through as we progressed to Norley and my usual favourite little uphill lane (Gallowsclough). It’s then only a mile or so before a rapid descent into Cuddington and a right turn into Waste Ln, where Chris and I got to practice our bunny hopping-Lol.

 

Waste Ln is the entry point onto the Whitegate Way (WW), with several speed bumps. I planned to ride WW all the way to Winsford - almost 7 miles of lovely woodland track (disused railway track in fact) and on this occasion, directly into the wind, but you would never have known it as it is shrouded in trees of course.

 

After almost a month of virtually no rain and stiff winds, it was a perfect day for it.

Roughly 4 miles later we reached the perfectly placed Station House cafe and stopped for lunch.

We parked up next to the recently established bike service station, which was a stand of tools, including track pump, all nicely secured by cables (can’t trust anybody these days-Lol)

This gave us the opportunity to have a gander at RR’s new bike, which seemed very light weight. I remarked that he must be enjoying the comfort of the steel frame and more importantly the 32mm tubeless tyres, which he confirmed with a smile.

 

Anyway lunch came quickly and at a good price for a change (clearly makes a huge difference when charity based, not sure in what way, but I think the staff are volunteers at least). Lunch conversation was varied with no major discussions about wars or AI- Lol, pretty much like an everyday coffee morning really -I won’t say women’s coffee morning, but you know what the ‘chatter box’ can be like. And true to form, it took a while to get him going, then he decided he needed the loo, after everybody had already been while waiting for him-Lol.

Lunch at Station House Cafe

We eventually got going again and continued SE on the WW, only to be brought to a halt, after a mile, by the bridge being out.  Not just because of a barrier for maintenance, but no actual road over the bridge. There were just support beams, spanning the road below, which you could see (Dalesford Ln / Whitegate Rd). This completely scuppered the ride plan. 

 

After consulting my Garmin, there was no alternative whatsoever. We couldn’t even get down off the WW into the adjacent fields. No tracks remotely nearby either. So, there was no choice but to back track to the cafe and take the usual Clay Ln, when leaving the cafe. This meant we lost the final 4 to 5 mile loop around the western suburbs of Winsford.

 

So, the next 10 miles or so I winged it on a meander to Bunbury and beyond, in an attempt to make up the mileage, which panned out fine in the end, as nobody needed to get back to RF. So, in another change to the plan we simply carried on toward Tattenhall via Beeston, as everybody either needed to get back to Waverton or Chester.

 

We eventually got going again and continued SE on the WW, only to be brought to a halt, after a mile, by the bridge being out.  Not just because of a barrier for maintenance, but no actual road over the bridge. There were just support beams, spanning the road below, which you could see (Dalesford Ln / Whitegate Rd). This completely scuppered the ride plan. 

 

After consulting my Garmin, there was no alternative whatsoever. We couldn’t even get down off the WW into the adjacent fields. No tracks remotely nearby either. So, there was no choice but to back track to the cafe and take the usual Clay Ln, when leaving the cafe. This meant we lost the final 4 to 5 mile loop around the western suburbs of Winsford.

 

So, the next 10 miles or so I winged it on a meander to Bunbury and beyond, in an attempt to make up the mileage, which panned out fine in the end, as nobody needed to get back to RF. So, in another change to the plan we simply carried on toward Tattenhall via Beeston, as everybody either needed to get back to Waverton or Chester.

 

After a regroup at the right turn to the Ice Cream farm, just a couple of miles from Tattenhall, somebody suggested that we should stop for one. I then suggested that we pulled in to the drive-through and grab a deck chair outside, around the mini lake, complete with fountain, which we duly did (see pic) .

 

After telling the guys that one simply scans the QR code on the posts all around the lake to order, they proceeded to find it not so simple- Lol. Steve Hu decided to bin it and go inside and order, only to find he still had to order from a screen -Lol. However, less than ten minutes from ordering, our ice creams were delivered to us in a refrigerated golf cart- perfect!

Quick service suited KK aka CB1 aka Alan- Lol, as he needed to get back by a specific time. 

No sooner was I beginning to enjoy my deckchair and the stunning chocolate ice cream with stickie crunchie, when the boys all decided to race off with KK, leaving me to enjoy the peace alone-Lol.

 

After 10 minutes I set off for home, just 3 miles away and got there with 53 miles on the clock and an AV speed of 14.2 MPH, which was not so bad considering my very slow 10 miles to RF in the first place. I figure the group probably averaged 14.5 MPH at least, despite the stop-start day.

 

Yet another cracking day with CER. An uneventful day, bar the route being scuppered-Lol. Great company and a novel finish to the ride, with more than a few groans from everybody trying to pay for ice cream via an app-Lol, Lol.

 

Till next time ladies!-Lol

 

Neil, aka ‘the wind whisperer’

30th April 2026: Aston

 Let’s start with the weather fantastic sun and a bit of a breeze strong at times but helpful in the temperatures so that’s one positive from the ride .

 I started my journey from Frodsham (due to the road closure at Hatchmere) along roads that have drivers that are usually using me as target practice ( first moan: as the road at Hatchmere is closed, you would of thought, hey let’s carry on and resurface the forest road  and not leave it half arsed so that it shakes my teeth and wobbles my belly riding along it ) .

So I arrived at Rose Farm awaiting all the other mob - Ray S, S Hughes’s plus his carer Alan, Neil, Fiona and Elwyn, Ste Tan, Dave Heath, Ray B - the lucky one (it will be explained later), new rider Anthony, Clive, Chris ( with his beard it’s growing, just wish the hair on my head would grow like that), Ivan arrived in ‘I’m having that record back mode’ as on Wednesday evening, after many years holding a record on a stretch of Mow Cop, somebody had beaten his Strava time by 3 seconds, so that's what he was gunning for.

So, myself, Ray B and DH started our ride out to a place we seldom use - the Bhurtpor, or now The Burty. We set off the usual way to the A49 crossing, heading out towards Oulton Park, where the Bank Holiday British Super Bikes meeting is at and where the riders were getting laps in early. We then headed towards Wettenhall, where Ray got lucky as he overtook two horse riders, giving them a wide birth. A juggernaut came around the bend and on seeing Ray and the horses, he slammed on, making his trailer skid and almost jack-knifing and just getting it under control before he was level with me and Dave. (my thought straight away was, yes Dave is getting pushed to save myself, well wouldn’t you all), Anyway, disaster averted, which Ray was oblivious about, we cracked on towards Acton, Ravensmoor , Sound, Wrenbury and then our destination at Aston, The Bhurty . We ordered our lunch talked about the usual topics again. As most weeks, I listened but it went straight through the gap between my ears. So, after a decent refuel, we started to head back via Holtridge, Chorley, Faddiley, on towards Bunbury then Tiverton. Here things got rather messy, as the A49 was closed for road works, causing everyone in a motor vehicles to divert up the Huxley road heading, as we were, to Tarporley .

Here I saw a cyclist needing assistance. Ray just carried on towards the congestion in the town. At first glance I thought it was Neil, as the rider had the same top as Neil had been wearing. I then thought maybe they did a swap of shirts like football players, as, in fact, it was a maiden in distress. So  me and Dave tried helping the lady out as her chain had jammed behind the front mech. Anyway, she decided to walk home as she lived just around the corner. Me and Dave, who’d arrived just after myself and was of the same mind always to help fellow cyclists, rode on into the pandemonium in Tarporley, which was completely grid locked, but easy for cyclists to push through. Even the road out towards Rose Farm was awkward due to buses and lorries trying to pass each other. Anyway, we arrived back after  42 miles for Dave and ‘Lucky Ray’. I had another 8 miles to my car, so I clocked up 59 overall . 

KB

30th April 2026: Audlem

There was a good turn out on a fine, sunny, but windy day. Once everyone had sorted themselves out, there would be three rides today: Neil was heading for Winsford (really?), so that the wind would be behind him on the return journey; Dave H was headed for The Bhurty at Aston (where else) and I had planned a ride to go to The Lord Combermere in Audlem, a venue we haven’t been to in nearly three years. I was joined on this venture by Clive, Fiona, Elwyn and Anthony.

As usual, we set off down to Cotebrook and around the Oulton Park race circuit where we could hear the roar of engines on what would be a ‘track day’. We were soon whizzing down Winsford Road through Wettenhall and Cholmondeston and across the Middlewich Branch of the Shropshire Union Canal. At times the gusty east wind was quite strong and so I was grateful to Clive and Elwyn for their stints at the front to take the wind off me.

As soon as we reached Nantwich, we turned away along Chester Road, but turned off at Acton to head down to Ravensmoor and Sound, where we crossed the A530 Whitchurch Road. Another five miles along the country lanes saw us arriving in Audlem at about 12.15, with 23 miles covered.

The last time we came to the Lord Combermere was July 2023 and it was a disaster. Service was slow, the guy running the place couldn’t use the card machine and Andy B couldn’t even get a cup of tea. We were all convinced that the place would close. However, when I looked on Google recently, I saw that the pub was taken over by a young couple at the end of 2023 and that they had an attractive looking lunch menu offering, amongst other things, sandwiches or wraps plus a drink for £14 which, these days, is quite good value. When we arrived, the pub was quiet. We were seated quickly and food and drink ordered. Clive and I had their sticky beef wrap and a pint of local beer, Elwyn abd Fiona went for the halloumi wrap and a large pot of tea and Anthony had the BLT sandwich which was huge! All in all, it was a great improvement on our last visit and well worth a return.

The Lord Combermere is named after Field Marshal Stapleton Cotton (14 November 1773 – 21 February 1865), a distinguished British Army officer, diplomat, and politician. As a junior officer, he participated in the Flanders campaign, the Fourth Anglo-Mysore War, and helped suppress Robert Emmet's insurrection in 1803. He commanded a cavalry brigade in Sir Arthur Wellesley's Army and later took overall command of the cavalry during the latter stages of the Peninsular War. His impressive career continued as he served as Commander-in-Chief in Ireland and later in India, where he famously stormed Bharatpur—the battle that inspired the name of The Bhurtpore pub—an impressive fortress once considered impregnable.

Well fed and watered, we set off back, forgetting to take a group photo. We put this right when we reached the canal at Wrenbury.

At this point, we had to divert from our planned route, as there was major tree surgery works going on at the start of Cholmondeley Road. So we took a left and went via Gaunton’s Bank and Holtrideg before re-joining Cholmondoley Road. After that, everything went smoothly, helped in no small way by the wind being mostly behind us. Reaching Bunbury, Fiona and Elwyn decided to pick up one of Fiona’s old routes back to Lavister and home. Fiona later told me that they’d done 80 miles in the day – good training to the Bob Cliff and Vets 100 which they’ve signed up for.

Clive, Anthony and I pressed on. At Tilstone Bank, there was an unusual amount of traffic, much of it being fancy cars and SUVs. A Porsche Taycan almost had a mirror off as he squeezed past a truck and trailer and 100 yards further on came to a Mexican Stand-off with a Mercedes SUV. These lanes were built for cars more like an MG Midget or a Morris Minor than the leviathans on the road today.

Reaching Tilstone Fearnell, we braved the busy A49 for a short distance before turning right along Lodge Lane. Clive told me that a few years ago, this lane had been closed due to water damage where it crosses Wettenhall Brook. You can tell which bit has been repaired as it is smooth as a billiard table!

Reaching the top of Tarporley High Street, Clive took his leave to head home. Anthony and I carried on to Rose Farm, with the last 100 yards up John Street consuming the last dregs of our energy.

 My thanks to Clive, Fiona, Elwyn and Anthony for their company on a lovely spring/summer day. 47 miles done and a good lunch stop re-discovered.

ST

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23rd April 2026: Jodrell Bank

 A very sunny day in prospect, albeit with a chilly start and light winds,  which brought nine riders out to Delamere Station cafe. Dave H’s email regarding the Hatchmere crossroad closure had no doubt put a few riders off driving out, but as you will see, those who persevered were treated to a gem of a ride.

I had a penchant to ride to Jodrell Bank Observatory. We had been there previously in 2011 then 2013 and 2014 - how time flies!

I’d taken half a wind-whispering lesson and arranged the outward 25 mile leg to be against the wind with the 20 mile return hopefully being wind-assisted; and I think it worked. So here is the august list of riders: Steve T, Toby, Alan, Ray S, Chris, Dave P and a new rider, Anthony. Andy B was also at the cafe, but I don’t know if or where he rode to.

So we ride off to Jodrell Bank Observatory in the usual direction to scotch the rumour that Hatchmere crossroads are closed. Station Road was eerily quiet as we slid over its partially smooth surface. There was a serious amount of heavy construction equipment at the crossroads but pedestrian and bike access was available in all directions. We cycle on towards Kingsley to take Forest Lane and then Beech Lane downhill towards Crowton. My plan was to take the Weaver canal path to the swing bridge and very pleasant it was too in the sunshine and wild flowers.

The quiet suburban back streets of Weaverham allow us to move onto to Tata Chemicals Industrial park with the sharp uphill Soot Hill giving glancing views of the Anderton Boat Lift. Marbury Park is the next target and some riders hadn’t been there before and for others it was a long time ago. The pretty bit over, we pedal up through the Wincham industrial estate taking a right at the crossroads then the next left to Wincham Village.

Idyllic countryside beckons as we ride the back roads through Plumley to Lower Peover. We cross the A50 at Boots Green where the satnav points us down a clearly marked “No Through Road”. We stop to take stock, and an executive decision is made to take the No Through Road as Plotaroute confirms that bikes can pass this way, plus the fact that the alternative is a longish diversion via Goosetry and its nearly lunchtime!

Withington Lane, as it is named, is a pleasant tarmacked lane with large properties alongside but after about a mile tarmac gives way to gravel which then soon gives was to a woodland path. This was fine as a helpful notice confirms access to walkers, cyclists and horse riders. We exit after a bumpy half mile which was fine in the dry weather, but not recommended if it had rained!

Jodrell Bank looms into view at just a mile away. The car park is pretty busy with quite a few large double decker coaches so I am now concerned about the length of the lunch queue. I needn’t had been as the cafe is at best half-full. Service is brisk and we are soon seated and eating our repast under the cleverly sun-shaded outside space.

Time to go, and a table of “slightly older pensioners” offer to take the group photo. 

 I can’t resist taking a second photo advertising the World Heritage status of this iconic scientific research establishment

Only 20 mile back now as we slide through the “Road Closed” sign in Goostrey bound for Lach Dennis. It’s the familiar run of Davenham to Hartford to the eventual climb at Norley.

Steve T turns for home via Kingsley at Gorstage Lane as we climb Bag Lane. Hatchmere Crossroads presents no problems for us to access Delamere Forest road. Anthony has his car at the crossroads so drops off and despite our best efforts, he would like to ride again with us! There is the usual lust for speed through Delamere Forest sylvan roadway. Alan picks his car up at the forest carpark and the rest of us re-gather at the Mouldsworth crossroads.

Dave P has had a brilliant ride in his self-engineered electrified vintage Thorn and now decides to take it a bit easier back to Chester. We four hammer on via the usual lanes back to Mickle Trafford with about 65-70 miles ridden.

A great day out with great company in perfect cycling weather – and hopefully more days like this to come during the year. So thanks to all the peloton for not complaining at all about being pulled down No Through Roads to somewhere! It was just like the old days with only the leader knowing the route, and it being a surprise for the peloton.

CA

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16th April 2026: Llandegla

i I had a steady start as I had injured my knee playing football the night before, so it took a little while to get warmed up. Today's start destination was the Gallery in Hawarden, and for once I don't believe I was last, I even had time for coffee in the very packed cafe. We pretty much filled the place, I recall only two customers who weren't CERs.

With hellos and coffee underway and gearing up to follow Clive and his route, which he planned for us a few days ago, I was informed that he was not feeling energetic enough for it today and opted for a steadier alternative. Feeling confident that I could take on Clive's route, we quickly sorted the boys from men, that being Mariusz and Toby, up for a hilly route. 

We had a small delay to begin with as I had trouble getting the route loaded onto my Garmin. We decided to head out in the general direction of west, finding our way through Buckley and on through Mold on the Denbigh road. With a murderous wagon passing us, we all happily took the next right off the main road, even if that came in the form of a climb, one of many in today's ride. 

Realising that we were afar from Clive's route, I managed to educate myself on the usage of my Garmin and plotted a route through Cilcain and skirting Ruthin with our destination still being Llandegla community cafe. With a salvaged route we turn left and end up heading down through a small valley, a sea of yellow fields. With a closer look into the sea of yellow fields, it was dandelions. 

We cross the Mold-Denbigh road and climb up to Cilcain, with a moment of pause and a check of the winging it route, we carry on through to reach a junction met with a sign that said Mold and Ruthin were both left. Quickly realising that was heading to the main road and not wanting to double back on ourselves meant we turned right to head up towards Moel Famau. We reach the brow of the road and take the obligatory team pic and all enjoy the view across the Ruthin planes, or at least using that as an excuse to refill our lungs. Small talk of brakes and then descend on towards Ruthin, turning left before we got too close.

Along the back lanes we head, Toby reading the road asks if we are heading straight on or right. I responded with a left, that he hadn't spotted. This also puzzled Mariusz as he wasn't sure where this shortcut of mine led too. With a small discussion, looking at the cul de sac sign, I decided that we will push on with the shortcut, I mean what was the worst that could happen? The wind for once was helpful pushing us on up as the road got steeper, before it ran out of tarmac.

 

Waiting for the other two at the dead end of the tarmac road, I was fully prepared for a mutiny. To my surprise it never came, on we pushed being good candidates for the Rough fellowship, where the rocky gravel road turned into farm tracks and into ramblers path over gates and through a field. With all this challenging terrain, we were rewarded with a splendid view. Making our way through the field I couldn't help but adore a Magnificent horny beast of what I can only describe as a highland cow.

 

Helping each other with lifting bikes over another gate we find tarmac again, I wasn't about to say to my comrades that my so-called shortcut carries on straight down another gravel path. We take the right onto the road and once again, and for the final real climb of the day. We start our descent onto Llandegla as we admire the banked rows of dandelions, bluebells and white garlic leaves.

With our steads parked up we head inside the community cafe, who are expecting another group. We take our pews and order our much needed fueling and refreshments. Coffees arrive and then our ordered meals. I originally ordered a soup, but it must have been a soup day as they had sold out, so I settled for a bacon egg bap. I'm glad I did, as it certainly hit the spot, one of the best I've had in a long time (I also had my traditional egg thin, almost like a desert). Toby delved into beans on toast and as the cafe was short on cakes (must have also been a cake day), Mariusz settled for a tuna sandwich, which also looked good.

It's all downhill now, we head out of Llandegla onto the 525 and head to Bwlchgwyn, then left down the steps down to Cefn-y-Bedd. On through Hope, taking the road to Kinnerton. But then take the right to take the road that runs parallel, avoiding the school run pick ups. We reach Saltney ferry, Mariusz peels off to see a mate, leaving Toby and I to cross the river. We head straight up to Blacon, where Toby departs onto the Greenway and home. I return home with over 55miles and nearly 1300m elevation gain, to prepare myself for my work shift. With Toby and Mariusz closer to 60 miles.

Many thanks for your company today chaps and the make do and mend or at least adapt attitude, as always a great day of cycling.

Summary 

This ride report documents a hilly, adventurous journey from The Gallery in Hawarden to Llandegla, featuring an improvised route through Cilcain, Mold, and over Moel Famau. Despite unexpected gravel paths and the route becoming a "cul-de-sac," the ride included scenic views and a refueling stop in Llandegla before returning via Hope and Saltney.

Chris E

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16th April 2026: Overton

 Today I cycled from Guilden Sutton where I caught up to Trevor who was only going there and back in some form of way; then we caught up to Dave H who was also doing the same.

So at the cafe we were met with a deafening sound of a full cafe with the majority being CER riders. I decided to take Mike G along with Andy B for a ride to the Two Doves cafe in Overton then on to Guilden Sutton .

The weather for me today was a windy slog from my start point, but dry so cannot complain. I was hoping our route would be wind assisted then the big man upstairs would say hey it’s Keith and the two adopted Welsh boys I’ll blow them home. As well you guessed it, the wind was against us to Overton via Hawarden up the climbs towards Pen-y-fford, which had lots of cars due to road diversions or due to fuel prices, so  people taking short cuts on our roads. ( I don’t think people should be able to use our given routes in motorised vehicles on a Thursday. I might just ask Keir to mention it in parliament - food for thought) so on we went via Gresford, skirting Wrexham industrial estate, to Bangor on Dee towards Cloy then arriving at Overton after 28 miles up lots of pimples, as Mike said numerous times. 

The Two Doves, as usual, looked after us as we chatted about Rhubarb Rhubarb Rhubarb. As you can guess, I can’t remember. It was just conversations. 

So, after we had eaten we set off for Guilden Sutton via Light Wood Green towards Threapwood, Chorlton and Tilston. This is where we left Andy as he was riding back to Mold via Farnden, or knowing Andy,  probably going via the Lake District. So me and Mike carried on towards Tattenhall, then the usual roads back to Guilden Sutton where I left Mike as he was riding back to his car at Hawarden.

So, overall, we rode 65 plus miles with the wind against on the route out and of little help homeward. No dramas of any kind, just good company on a great route. Yes, just another Thursday with CER . On a foot with so many of the Welsh contingent being present we thought it’s best we separate them for health and safety reasons. So Ste T took the carer role for the mod plus as he did have more than me to care for.

KB

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16th April 2026: Plassey

 Well its fair to say CER filled the Gallery Cafe to capacity this morning. Even at 09:45 members were sat down and enjoying conversation over coffee.

Mid last year Megan suggested we develop a “low level” route to circumnavigate Wrecsam and exit out on our well-trodden lanes around Holt & Farndon. As with any ride leaving Hawarden, unless you plunge down Gladstone Way all routes have some climbing to them.

So, with potentially three groups leaving the cafe I was joined by Fiona, Clive, Ray, Alan, Paul T, Elwyn & Steve T on a steady 44 miler with lunch at Plassey.

The plunge and climb out of Tinkersdale is never easy and the road was particularly busy today. My option of the quieter “cart track” as Neil calls it was vetoed by Ray, Clive and Alan as too rough. Having crested and crossed the A55 we meandered down Lower Mountain Rd turning right into Hope and then onto Caergwrle.

At Cefn-y-bedd the road starts to climb and at the sharp bend by FFwryd pub things really go skyward! Steve T and I somehow (given I was leading the ride) managed to drop off the back. Probably because we were discussing the complexities of this years’ MotoGP season and not maintaining the group pace. However undaunted I had the route so we set off up Glyon Lane to Summerhill.

On days like this its a pleasure to enjoy the quiescence of these Welsh lanes, however the silence was more acute due to the lack of chatter from our errant other six riders. A quick phone call and thanks to WhatsApps ability to share locations and we were reunited with the others. Remarkably, they seem to have added in more climbing.

The route wove us through Pentre Broughton and Southsea before a historical navigation error in Caego suggested we ride through a building site. With the A483 crossing behind us and zooming through Bersham we picked up the nice lanes and left the urban sprawl behind us.

Not long after leaving Sontley we were met with a barricade, not a Hormuz type, but probably 50 sheep who appeared to be enjoying the weather as much as us. See photo. Clive suggested a short cut to cut off a corner and quickly led us to Plassey.

Road block - Welsh style

The Plassey was full inside however the sunshine meant sitting outside was possible albeit a bit nippy. Soon we were all fed and watered and set for the more traditional CER lanes back to Holt. These follow Al’s Bangor on Dee return path. At Rossett we bade farewell to F&E and continued through Dodleston with a lovely wind assist. Clive Paul & Ray departed for Saltney Ferry and home whilst the two Steve’s and Al completed the last leg back to the start.

An enjoyable social 44 miles at 13.2 miles per hour in cracking company.

Steve H 

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9th April 2026 Special Ride Marton (mod)

 There should have been eight of us at High Legh Garden Centre for the first Special Ride of the year, but unfortunately, John Mills was feeling under the weather and had to cry off. So, I was joined for coffee by Dave H, Keith, Trevor, George, Shane and Steve Hughes on a cold but dry morning. Shane and Steve had opted to do the longer 58 mile route that Clive had devised in 2019, given that they would go at a much faster speed than the ‘old men’. See Steve’s report below on how they fared.

Steve and Shane shot off whilst we faffed about getting our steeds ready to go, but we did get off well before the 10.30 witching hour. The route took us round to Rostherne and Ashley and then down the little lanes which run across the end of the runways at Manchester Airport. You could hear the roar of the engines as the planes took off, but would only get a glimpse of them as the cloud base was so low. As we got around the back of Mobberley, we lost Dave, as he’d dropped so far behind that he didn’t know which way we’d gone at a junction. Trevor, George and I waited whilst Keith went back to retrieve Dave. After all he is the official carer!

We continued, wiggling along the country lanes through Great Warford and Nether Alderley. Crossing Congleton Road took us to Artists Lane and the climb up to the former Wizard pub. It’s ‘only’ about a 270-foot climb, but it runs about one mile in length. By the time we’d all got to the top, it had started to rain a little, so wet weather gear was donned.

At this point, we’d covered 19 miles with only another 10 to get to The Davenport Arms at Marton. ’It’s all downhill from here’, I said, but Trevor wasn’t convinced. It was downhill through Over Alderley and Birtles, but there were some lumps as we went through Henbury and Gawsworth. Here, we were forced to go about 3 miles along the A536 Macclesfield to Congleton Road, which turned out to be very busy and quite unpleasant. In particular one plonker in a red Jaguar XJS hooted at Keith as he went by – totally unnecessary.

Turning off along Cockmoss Lane restored calm and we were soon pulling up in the pub car park. I’d originally booked the table for 12.45, but, as it was 12.30 by the time we’d reached The Wizard, I’d called and put it back to 1.30. We were quickly seated and food and drink were ordered from their £10 lunch menu. Sausage and mash, lasagne, fish finger sandwich and a burger all came quickly and were thoroughly approved of. Just as we were served, Steve and Shane appeared briefly, having just come down off the hills. They had already eaten and were keen to press on to avoid the rain, so they left us to our lunch.

As we ate, the rain had now become more heavy and persistent so that, when we got back in the saddle for the journey home is as very cold and wet – ‘Baltic’ to quote Keith. The other thing that became clear as we headed towards Goostrey was that the wind had picked up considerably and was now in our faces.  This slowed our progress quite a bit. As usual, Keith took the front to take the wind off the following peleton. Thanks, Keith.

At the other side of Goostrey, a short run along the Holmes Chapel Road took us to a better lane leading up to Lower Peover than the track that Keith and I had taken during our recce. We were soon into Knutsford, by which time the rain had stopped and the sun was out!! Heading out of Knutsford on Tabley Road, there is no longer a need to use the ‘Tan Transfer’ to safely reach the other side of the A556, as a new set of traffic lights have been installed at the end of Tabley Road.

That left just the last five miles to cover to get back to High Legh and the garden centre. Quite a tough ride, not helped by the inclement weather, but enjoyable nevertheless. Thanks go to Trevor, George, Dave and Keith for their support and company and to Clive for devising the routes in the first place.

ST

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9th April 2026: Marton Special Ride (mod+)

 Well the day before Steve T’s and Keiths special ride in the Peak district, the temperatures peaked (see what I did there?) at 24 deg C and wall to wall sun was enjoyed across the UK. Thus,  preparation for the special ride should have been sunscreen and extra water. In reality 6 deg C and rain doesn’t quite warrant sunscreen, unless its waterproof!

So a hardy group of CER riders met at High Legh Garden Centre - a brilliant start point, thanks Keith and Steve. Mods outnumbered Shane and I by 3:1 with many of our mod plus team on hols or family duty. Of course the Whisperer cried off as he is allergic to the three known elements of today, hills rain and wind!

The Met Office and Apple were congruent in their belief that the rain would start in our theatre of exercise at 12-1pm. So, Shane and I developed a cunning plan to do a McClaren non-stop strategy and dine after 58 tough miles. Just like any plan it did not survive the first contact with the HILLS!

The route out of High Legh was on lovely Cheshire lanes with only very short A&B road sprints to re-join the lanes. The lanes through Nether Alderley and Prestbury prompted Shane to advise we should have worked harder at school. The mansions on either side of the road and the new builds are testament to the cashed-up folk who reside here.

Lidgetts Lane was continuous series of sharp climbs and plunges; however Bull Hill Lane put pay to any thoughts of a non-stop strategy. Bull Hill leads to Buxton New Road which is so steep it has switchbacks on it like a Lake District pass. Shane demonstrated his preparedness for his forthcoming Beach na Bà sportive by clearing off up the climbs, well done Shane.

 

At the peak of the climb we were just shy of 2600 ft of climbing with a modest 27 miles under our wheels, then I espied The Nose Coffee! A lovely barn conversion cafe, where coffee tea and bacon or tuna butties were consumed. Well it was over two hours in and despite Shanes sentient knowledge of weather apps (which declared it was currently raining) we were still relatively dry. So a plunge into Langley was enjoyed.

The lanes of Oakgrove and Gawsworth hummed under our wheels before we entered the village of Marton and espied the trusty steeds of the mod group. Sat in the corner were the very dry and remarkably fresh-looking faces of George Keith Dave Steve & Trevor. Sausage and mash seemed to be the food of giants and we left them to enjoy their fare.

No sooner had we left the pub when we experienced the only cloudburst of the day. We were instantly soaked! However, Messuage Lane safely took us down to Congleton Rd and on to Twemlow. The very muddy Booth Bed Lane made us both appreciate our mudguards!

At Great Budworth (lanes we regularly use as a club) we headed North along a slightly busy road to cruise back to High Legh.

58.9 miles 3140 feet of climbing on new lanes was a real challenge and we both wish to thank Steve T Keith and the original creator of the ride Clive for their efforts in putting on two routes, a great starting venue and judging by the lunch a great lunch venue.

Steve H

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2nd April 2026: Holt

Bit of a chilly start for TT1 (The Thief) and I , as we rode up to Meadow Lea, ahead of what was promising to be a very nice day indeed. 

 

There was a split amongst those gathered, due to the table arrangements, which meant I forgot to get a headcount, as we were on opposite sides of the room. So, I am trying to picture the scene as I type. I figure there might have been 15/16 in total.

 

Last minute.com and Ivan were later arrivals, who I believe became the fast group of 2, as Clive and RR decided to come with me on a flat one to Commonwood Fisheries, or so we thought; more on that later. The rest of my group were TT 1 of course and TT2 (Teflon Toby) and a mystery ‘other’, who I didn’t discover until a few miles down the road- Lol. 

The notable absentees were the Chuckle Brothers, one on holiday in France and the other sat at home crying for his soul mate -Lol (Alan was in fact sick). He was still getting over the lurgy that I had the week before. There seems to be lots of it about at the moment. Clive had decided to abandon his fast chum buddies because, I believe, Ivan had worn him out on a long one on Tuesday- Lol.

 

DM was there in his civvies, promoting his Bob Cliff memorial event (31 May) which is a fair bit cheaper this year at £23. For those who might not know, there is a 50 and a 80 mile option. GPX route files can be downloaded, for those who don’t use the paper version of a Garmin or one of those wind up Wahoos - Lol.

 

Back to the ride. All the groups set off pretty much together, with me holding up my group for a change (bloody Garmin had dumped the route, yet again!). We eventually set off to the right, heading for Cheshire Oaks, via Picton. However, after a mile or so, I found myself wondering who the extra rider was in our group. He was wearing a colourful kit that I didn’t recognise. Just as I was about to drop back to find out who it was, he pulled up alongside me and I discovered it was Paul. He seemed to just appear in the group, as I didn’t clock him at Meadow Lea. I also haven’t seen him for at least a year. I’m guessing he arrived just as we were leaving.

 

Anyway, after a brief discussion we settled in to a nice rhythm, with a very light tailwind.

It wasn’t long before we reached Cheshire Oaks and took the footpath to the left, avoiding the main highway and delivering us into Rake Lane, almost immediately passing the pub of the same name, which is probably the largest of the Brunning & Price chain. A few miles later we were through Backford and settling into our stride, which gave me a chance to chat with Clive about his local area, coming from Mollington. We hit Saughall, where Clive pointed out a free library in a bus stop, they are a bit of a thing around those parts apparently-Lol.

 

We turned left, heading for Saltney Ferry, via Blacon, just after Lucy’s cafe or is that Lynda’s - Lol. I then decided on a last-minute change and took the Greenway for a half mile, avoiding the centre of Blacon. I was getting some back-seat driver suggestions, so I did the complete opposite of course - Lol.

 

After I almost turned up the wrong exit from the Greenway, we got on to the road and pick up our pace down to Sealand Road, where we came to an abrupt stop, due to a stationary traffic tailback, all the way into Chester. Clive took to the pathway and before we knew we had passed the lot, turning right into Ferry Lane. We crossed the river Dee , which was flowing fast at near full tide, via the footbridge of course and continued south toward Saltney, skirting the perimeter via a little foot path that even Clive didn’t know - quote, “that’s a new one on me” - Lol.

 

It wasn’t long before we were passing through Dodleston and negotiating our second level crossing of the day.  Less than a couple of miles further on, through Pulford, passing Fiona & Elwyn’s gaff at Lavister.  As we passed by, I mentioned to the group that our only hill of the day was just coming up, to which somebody remarked “what Marford Hill”.  “Yep” from me, “but only half of it”.   A mile or so further on, I catch the group up, waiting at Hoseley Lane, half way up Marford Hill.

 

After our regroup, I think RR pointed out the infamous Pistyll Hill, just a few hundred metres further on. It must be one of the toughest short climbs in the county, only a couple of hundred metres, but a twat!  Anyway, that prompted me to mention climbing Pistyll Hill 4 times in one morning, when I test rode the whole Whyte range from Alf Jones Cycles ( it was only a 2 mile loop each time- Lol) I did eventually purchase a Whyte Wessex, some 7 years back now. The same one you see me riding in winter. Nowadays, my current leg issues won’t allow me to attempt Pistyll Hill - Lol.

 

Anyway, I digress again. We were only a mile or two from our lunch destination, which was to be the Acorn Cafe at Commonwood Fisheries, after descending Borras Hill, plus another mile of tarmac.  That said, we arrived in lovely sunshine, looking forward to a halloumi wrap, only to be told the cafe was shut, but open on Fri- “you’re kidding” was my response.

 

Hence, we ended up at Maggie’s, which was lovely anyway. We sat outside and basked in the sun. Our food was very quick. Clive’s half breakfast looked very nice indeed. Both TT2 and I went for the vegan sausage roll, which was a tasty, spicy number.

 

For the life of me, I can’t remember a single conversation, I think I was too busy stretching my legs and enjoying the gorgeous sunshine. I do remember the brief discussion on who was heading home or needed to get back to Meadow Lea. Only Paul was heading back to Meadow Lea, although Clive and TT2 were passing by en route to the Chester suburbs, which meant I could leave Paul in their capable hands, as I decided to bail at Bruera via Platts Lane. My legs just didn’t have anything, from the start to be fair.

 

After a pacey restart up to Churton, we turned right over the bridge of Aldford Brook and continued at pace to Bruera, where I left the group and immediately knocked the pace off to a crawl. We had in fact managed 15 mph average speed up to me leaving the group, which became 14.7mph by the time I got home, 6 miles later.

 

Well, that’s that folks, another enjoyable meander logged in the old memory banks, with a few good laughs and great company.

 

Till next time gents.

NT 

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2nd April 2026: Malpas

Editor's note: Due to a communications mix up, we have two reports for this ride from Meadow Lea to Malpas. It would seem churlish to publish one and note the other, so here are both of them. The gpx file came courtesy of Trevor

Today’s meet was from Meadow Lea and the weather report was sunny, but Baltic out of the sun, so no rain wind or any other inclement weather to deal with. So our group of mods, meandering, flower smelling posse consisted of myself as group carer (well that’s what it seems like sometimes) George, Andy Whitgreave, Trevor, Ray, Dave H, who was ride leader. There were others at the meet, but they were from the other motley crew who, no doubt will be mentioned in their blog . So off we set, heading for Malpas. I remember in days of old that certain people absolutely detested going anywhere near the place. How the world has changed. (I wonder if Donald was even behind this decision by phoning said person and saying ‘go to Malpas or I will put the troops on the ground in your little village’.) The route took us from Guilden Sutton to Christleton, Rowton, Waverton, over  to Harthill territory, where a slight mutiny was avoided by us going via the sedate route to Brown Knowl (spelt correctly). Then, according to my Garmin, to a place or area called Ducking Hell, which I usually use when climbing Harthill. No Man’s Heath came and went as did some other little rural retreats on to The Little Deli cafe in Malpas . 

This little place has been used by Chester Easy Riders for many a year and every time it never lets us down, as was the case this time for our little pack of little athletic Adonis moderate cycling group. Dave H had contacted them earlier seeing if they could accommodate said athletes, which they did and really looked after us. Food and drinks came and went during which time the usual mods drivel was mentioned. We don’t half sort the problems of the world out or is it total bo**ocks? Answers at the next meet will do, as I suspect the other groups talk as much drivel or more as we do .

The route back to Meadow Lea was out via Chorlton, Horton Green through Tilson and on towards Tattenhall. Then on towards Huxley using the usual route back to Guilden Sutton. We covered approximately 44 miles for me, having ridden in from ‘the fishing village’. Slightly more as did others likes of Trevor who commuted and Andy who also ridden from home. Another fantastic ride containing good banter, a good lunch stop and a good route. So yes that’s it really, which is surprising for the mods as we didn’t have any of our usual little mishaps of losing property, people, or making the lady from the cafe having to run up the steep little climb from her place to give car keys, wallets, phones or the usual things that our group tend to forget.

 Next week is the special ride so hope to see you then.

KB

Dave Matthews had arrived for coffee despite still recovering from his heart-rate monitor replacement operation. Dave’s simpleton side-kick Andy Whitgreave intended to ride with us;  George, Trevor,  Big Ray, Krazy Keith and me completed the moderate group. I had a route that had two or three lanes unridden by most just to add a bit of spice. We set off toward Jim’s house before turning for Vicars Cross and Christleton. We then headed down Rowton Bridge Road, but the novelty quiet diversion past the Rowton Hotel was totally subverted by road closure barriers, and vehicles trying to circumnavigate the A41 road work lights. Never mind, we were soon into Waverton and cruising alongside the Shropshire Union Canal before passing the Ice Cream Farm. 

Andy, who is impressively knowledgeable about the Cheshire countryside, suggesting the quiet Carrs Lane heading up to Cheshire Fisheries, which matched my intentions. We avoided Harthill by crossing Nantwich Road to Brown Knowl . As we headed down the Old Coach Road, Andy was banging on about getting to Malpas via Duckington, as if I didn’t know of this option. However, it was my intention to get a few more miles under our belts including a couple of lanes not ridden by us before. So it was, we followed the Old Coach Road all the way to No Man’s Heath, crossing the main Whitchurch road and passing the closed Wheatsheaf Inn where Keith reminded us of past lunches of sausages in large Yorkshire puddings. It reminded me too, of good times with Bryan Wade. We re-crossed the A41 to Bickleywood and took the first right following a quiet lane which is part of the Sandstone Trail. We crossed the main road again following the little used Bradley Lane. The weather was sunny and the spring landscape delightful. The troops began to grumble about lunch, so on hitting Old Malpas Road we headed directly north to The Little Deli where I had made a booking for us earlier.  

Despite the small premises we had plenty of room that had been set aside for us. The service was friendly and the food helpings were generous and good value. On leaving I picked up the mobile of the member of staff who last year chased us up the road with my car keys. We made our way to Cuddington Heath before my care home staff came to collect me. Our way back was on wending sun-dappled lanes to Tattenhall via Tilston and the Carden climb to Clutton. From Tattenhall we took a familiar route to Hargrave and Greenlooms. Keith took off for Stanford Heath while the rest of us headed for Littleton and past Ivan’s house for sale. We nearly torpedoed Keith as we swooped down School Lane and met Station Road. It had been a very relaxed day out. I enjoyed the banter with Andy, and reflected on the enterprise of our members, with cycling challenges ahead for Trevor and Andy,  George with his walking adventures, and Ray with his sea-born voyages of discovery and  stomach enlargement. It had been good to cruise the sunny green lanes and chat. About 44 miles covered.

DH

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26th March 2026: Loppington

 After several days of torrential rain and high winds, it was a pleasure to wake up on Thursday morning to bright sunshine and a forecast for a dry and less windy day. Turning up early at Maggie’s at Holt, I was soon joined by a good crowd of CER members. As usual some were not riding - Dave M having just had a new pacemaker fitted; and some were doing their own thing - Dave P and Liz on the tandem, Trevor getting home early and Ivan doing his own thing.

That left a mixed group of brisk and mod+ folk, comprising of Nick, young Chris, Ray S, Steve Hu, Elwyn, Fiona, Keith and me for a ride I’d planned down to The Dickin Arms at Loppington. We set off through Farndon, Tilston, Chorlton and Tallarn Green, with the north-westerly wind behind us helping to push us on at a good speed. As we crossed the A495 approaching Fenn’s Bank, we paused to phone the pub to ensure that they could accommodate us for lunch. ‘No problem’, they said, so we pressed on, arriving in Loppington about two hours after leaving Holt.

Service was a bit slow, but the food was excellent when it arrived with the group variously enjoying halloumi, fish and chips, scampi and spring onion, leak and potato chowder. Prices have gone up (again) since our last visit, but that’s normal these days.

After a group photo (thanks, Steve), we set off for English Frankton, the wind now in our faces. Steve Hu kindly went to the front to take a wind off me, but I was so focussed on his back wheel that I missed a turning and we ended up in Cockshutt, rather than English Frankton. My Wahoo computer is usually very good at re-routing in these circumstances, but it seemed to keep wanting to send us back the way we’d come. Looking at the map now, I can see that this was because there isn’t a convenient alternative route!

Eventually back on track we pressed on, although the road surface in some places was quite poor. Between Welshampton and Penley the lanes are through some woods and the road/track surface was awful, prompting complaints from the peleton behind me. ‘When you get home, delete this route’ said Fiona.

Things improved when we reached Penley and we took the usual route back through Worthenbury and Schocklach. Again, Steve Hu took the wind for a while until the brisk boys took off to stretch their legs. After all, the ride so far been like a recovery ride to them!

At Schocklach, Nick left for home; at Wetreins, Steve Hu and Chris speared off in pursuit of a 100 miler for the day. Approaching Farndon, Keith and Ray S headed for Churton and points north as they set off respectively for the car and home. That left me alone heading back to Holt until Elwyn and Fiona appeared next to me at the bridge over the Dee, them having called at the chemist in Farndon to pick up a prescription.

So, 50 miles covered on a dry, cool but sunny day. As usual a really enjoyable day out with a great bunch. Thanks to all for their support and especially to Steve and Keith for taking the wind as we headed home.

ST

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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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