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11 April 2024. Anglo-Saxon Windmillers ride to West Stow. 32 miles.

A large troop of 17 Windmillers descended on The Weeping Willow in Barrow, Suffolk for coffee before their ride to the Anglo-Saxon village of West Stow, near Bury St Edmunds. It was a ride steeped in history, legends and an incident or two.

Brian got a reminder from a local resident about the history of this strange tower opposite The Weeping Willow, which was blogged about a few years back. It’s the remains of a Salvation Army chapel, and a big one at that.

Setting off in 2 groups comprising Graham (our leader), Jenni, Howard, Ric, Charles, Keith, Andrew, Geoff, Simon, Martin B, Martin W, Paul, Jeremy, Ken, Maurice, Brian and Victor, the attractive route took us through quiet lanes and woodlands on a pleasant Spring day with blossom and leaves busting out all over. This is where we went:

Magnolia and cherry blossom were in evidence everywhere
Simon spotted this unusual deer sheltering under a tree
This is West Stow Hall, a magnificent Tudor house built it seems by a wealthy sheep farmer (a flocksman to be precise) who it seems might have had a crush on Henry VIII’s sister Mary Tudor who happened to be also Queen of France (she married King Louis XII when she was only 18 and he was nearly past it at 52). Her coat of arms adorns an archway. Lots of great pics here: https://www.pevsnersuffolk.co.uk/West%20Stow/

Coffee was had in the café of the Anglo-Saxon village, built in the 5th century AD but there is evidence of previous occupants going back as far as the middle stone age which began around 8,000 BC. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Stow_Anglo-Saxon_Village

Paul reports: Jeremy felt that the first group would appreciate a more scenic route post coffee through the Anglo Saxon village grounds. His careful pre-ride research (using Google Earth at the cafe) suggested all would be fine. The undulating terrain and various gates were navigated with relative ease (including a bonus glimpse of the actual village). The rather rubbly (is this a word?) path towards the end meant Paul’s new gravel bike was in its element but was perhaps less appreciated by the more delicate road bikes – but any moaning was well suppressed. Paul [sent from a poolside in Marathon, Florida Keys ☀] (Alright for some! Ed.)

The return leg took us through more of the Breckland countryside strewn with yellow gorse bushes, created thousands of years ago for agricultural purposes but discarded because of the dry sandy soil and little has changed since. The vast expanses of pine forests to the north were only introduced in the 19th and 20th centuries.

……which Simon thought would make a nice HQ for the club
A lake of plastic?

A loud bang whilst riding next to Brian on the Icknield Way resulted in another puncture, poor chap, but such is his experience and his club record of 4 minutes the rear wheel was soon ripped off, the source located and a new tube fitted in next to no time.

Brian and Andrew hard at work. Little did Andrew know that his pink socks matched the tulips.

Passing around Kentford, Group 2 stopped to take a look at the massive mountain bike course at Phoenix Bike Park, a great destination for MB enthusiasts. There are rides and jumps for all abilities.

The serious side of Phoenix Bike Park at Kentford, not a Windmiller in sight

Back at the pub an excellent lunch was enjoyed by all:

Getting stuck into a good lunch. What is Simon explaining to attentive listeners?

Thanks go to Graham for organising a superb route and the pub, and to photographers including Charles, Simon, Howard and Brian. But this is a pic that Ken won’t be too keen on remembering!

Martin W

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