Fog and a Birdie

What sane person would choose to cycle on a cold foggy winter day, only a Windmiller. Windmiller’s are built of sound stuff and come rain, shine, frost of fog, on a Thursday morning you’ll find a group of old friends pedaling their local back lanes. This Thursday, as we assembled at the Fox and Duck in Therfield, it was a gloomy foggy morning and we knew that the usual long views as we left Therfield would be lost in the cloud. Lights were needed and those without were advised to pedal within the peloton.

Setting off in 2 groups, group 1 were misled by their leader and took the long route to the Wallington road, group 2 led by Keith, who followed the correct route reached the Wallington turn first. The road was CLOSED but the workmen, understanding that any diversion for cyclist would be unsafe, allowed us through, provided we walked past work in progress. They were fixing the potholes and drains. No cyclist should ever stop pothole filling, any workers doing that need our thanks. It was a pothole that was Graham’s downfall, fortunately he’s now on the mend.

Wallington is famous for being the village where George Orwell lived for 4 years prior to WW2, and the local village church is where he married his first wife Eileen. It was the local Manor Farm that provided the setting for his most famous book Animal Farm, which was set in the village of Willingdon. Although there may still be pigs who walk on their hind legs at the farm, it was too foggy to see any.

For those of us wearing specs, these soon became wet and steamy, restricting visibility and making the fog appear thicker than is was, my excuse for getting lost. Fortunately Martin has found the solution, although how practical these would be on a bike remains to be tested:

Keith identified an alternative solution, although his could prove tricky on some of the narrow styles we had to negotiate:

I digress, back to the ride. Leaving Willingdon, sorry Wallington, the road became a tarmac race track, the smoothest and newest tarmac we’ve seen in the many rides we’ve had this year. Why a very minor road leading to a small hamlet should have such a surface is a mystery, but maybe that’s the future for Hertfordshire lanes.

Pressing on through Baldock the next obstacle was Weston Hill, a long and steep climb, but then a fast run to our coffee stop at Church Farm Ardeley, where Group 2 had already arrived. First to the coffee stop though was Martin, who arriving late at the pub, had taken a more direct route cutting out Wallington and Baldock. He was fortunate to arrive as, as far as I’m aware, he is the first cyclist to collide with a Red Kite, which flew out from a hedge and almost knocked him off his bike. He’ll have had birdies in golf but this must be a first for cycling.

The return to the pub was uneventful, Group 2 taking the plotted route along a gravel trail, Group 1 choosing to stick to the muddy lanes. I must look more closely at what is plotted in future, less rush more care. But Jeremy did say the gravel was good.

A warm welcome back at the Fox and Duck, for what might be our last visit while Ivan is the landlord, he leave the F&D at the end of March for what he says will be some time out after over 12 years at the pub. A well deserved rest.

Considering the day, it was a good turn-out of riders: Martin, Gareth, Geoff, Howard, Jeremy, Keith, Neil, Nigel, Paul, Roger and Rod, with Maurice, Graham and Ken joining for lunch.

Rod – who has yet to workout how to copy the route into a blog!