Seven members turned up in uniform at the Gallery Tea
rooms. Kate was there in mufti as it was
the last day for paying for our Christmas meal.
However, only four declared themselves for today's ride, the other three
having only cycled to the start before returning home, a fledgling third
category for the club I mused.
The promised rain had duly started as Dave H, Clive, Ray and
myself retraced my route through Ewloe and Northop Hall to enter my home
village of Northop crossing for the first time today the A55, a road which
dominates much of our lives in North Wales.
Leaden skies surrounded us as we steadily climbed up through
Pentre Halkyn and on to the "Mountain". I was beginning to regret my throwaway
comment as we left Northop that it seldom rains all day in North Wales. Crossing the Mountain the rain eased but we
noticed for the first time the strong south westerly wind, which was forecast
to increase in the afternoon. Something
to look forward to then.
After recrossing the A 55 we scooted down past Pantasaph
Priory, home to the Capuchin Friars, and free wheeled most of the way to
Whitford. However, what goes down soon
has to go up, or certainly in N Wales.
We climbed out of Whitford on narrow lanes festooned with leaves and
mud. Clive pointed out the remains of a
Roman lighthouse (a pleasant walk from Whitford and worth a visit ) and we
passed the early Celtic cross near Berthengam.
Our final descent of the morning took us through the village of Llanasa
where I noticed a pub we have used regularly in the past, the Red Lion, is
still closed. We followed the valley
floor for the last two mile run in to Gwaenysgor. Uneventful apart from encountering two
motorists driving 4 X 4s (what else) hammering it along these narrow country
lanes. What can you say that hasn't
already been said about such crass driving.
The landlord at the Eagle and Child offered us his usual
friendly welcome, no doubt glad to see us as customers were a scarce commodity
on such a day as this. Over lunch we
discussed whether in our collective experience there was such an item as a
truly waterproof cycling glove, boot, overshoe, sock etc. The consensus was that having road tested
ours for two hours that morning we still have to find such an article of
clothing. We walked out of the pub to
find that as forecast the rain had blown away and blue skies were on the
horizon coming our way. The bad news was
that I had a slow puncture on the rear wheel.
New Gaterskins and inner tubes two weeks ago, would you credit it. Dave finally located the offending sliver of
metal and Ray finally wrestled the new tyre back on to the wheel. My thanks to all three of my companions as I
would have never got that stiff new tyre back on. We retraced our steps to Llanasa where we
hung a right, just before the village, and began the long climb over to
Trelawnyd. A right and left through the
village and another long climb out of the valley to recross, yet again, the A55
at the top of Rhuallt hill. We had lost
20 minutes on the puncture and conscious of a few hills still to come we turned
for home at this point. Running down the
well surfaced track at the side of the duel carriageway we accessed the lanes
heading east towards Babell. North of
Lixwm I decided to give the legs one more challenge. We took the route through Rhes-y-cae which
gives you a big pull, at least for me, Clive and Ray made light work of it, out
of the head of the valley and over the ridge to Rhosesmor. A gentle run down through the lanes brought
us to Northop where I left Dave to cycle back to Hawarden at his own pace. We had let Clive and Ray off the leash at the
last climb.
So a little more challenging than most of our club rides at
least for us "moderates" but a sense of satisfaction after a hot
shower.
GW
You boyz!! I salute you. You are truly hardy souls!! And on such a disgusting day too. Methinx the whole thing about cycling (at our ages) is maximum pleasure with just a modicum of pain ... and not the other way round!! I feel truly humbled by your efforts ... but still have no wish to join in whenever the heavens drop such a heavy load!! That's the trouble with us "fair weather cyclists" ... we only ride for the view and the bonhomie - not the permanently wet bum, freezing feet and the weather that makes us wish we were anywhere else! (Even shopping!! Argh ...) Big up for you guys though and much respect, well deserved!
ReplyDeleteDavid M (via Holt) and Steve rode from home to Hawarden and then returned to Kelsall area via Saltney in the worst, wettest, coldest weather to date this year.46m for DM. Steve?m. Soaked to the skin and shivering.
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