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Great Chishill Hertfordshire

Hills, spills and thrills

When Rod describes a route as picturesque what he really means is that we will be cresting a lot of hills in order to savour the scenery. Which is all very well for Rod himself, astride his souped up e-bike, but more of a challenge for those of us reliant on old fashioned pedal-power.

Saddled up and ready to go

So it was that Thursday morning saw a gang of Windmillers heading away from The Fox & Duck, Therfield, bound for The Mixing Shed Café some 16 miles to the east. Sure enough, there were hills aplenty along the way. Indeed, by the time we returned for lunch we had laboured up some 500m of Hertfordshire hills and clocked up 32 miles. That is probably child’s play to Graham who seems to spend most of his time in mountainous terrain, but a challenge to those of us who live down by the Fens.

Andrew calls this hill ‘El Bastardo’

So much for hills but what about spills? Sadly, Ric took a tumble shortly after setting off. It was one of those freak occurrences as, running over an otherwise innocuous looking piece of wood, it somehow jammed in his wheel bringing the bike to a dead stop, launching Ric over the handlebars and pitching him face first on terra firma. Ouch! We will gloss over the gory details; suffice to say he left blood on the road and we hear his dentist is looking forward to a very good year.

So where does that leave us? Hills, Spills and . . . ah yes, Thrills. It was otherwise a special day; first and foremost it was Rod’s birthday and – top chap – he was buying the beers. Secondly, not only was this St George’s Day but also William Shakespeare’s birthday; he was 462 years old this very day. So, apart from the odd Scotsman and Irishman in the peloton, the English contingent were feeling pretty self satisfied. Rod, indeed, had affixed a George Cross flag to his bike! Might he be the guy who’s been tying them to lampposts in Royston?

Mid-way and pulling in at the Mixing Shed for coffee and cake we were delighted to meet up with Deborah who reports that her new hip is almost peloton-ready. We look forward to her joining us on two wheels in the near future.

Bluebell woods between Chrishall and Elmdon

To be fair to Rod, it was indeed a picturesque route. Highlights on the return leg included Great Chishill Windmill and the bluebell woods between Chrishall and Elmdon.

Really, it’s all about lunch
Happy Birthday, Rod

Special thanks go to Tom for driving Ric home, and Rod for his excellent route, not to mention the beers.

Cheers!

For the record the turnout was: Andrew, Brian, Charles, Gareth, Geoff, Howard, Keith, MartinB, Maurice, Neil, Paul, Ric, Robert, Rod, Simon, Tom and Victor.

33 miles anticlockwise from Therfield
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Great Chishill The Pheasant

Bidet drinks?

All too often in this ever-online world we find ourselves at the mercy of autofills and spellchecks that render our hastily despatched messages into meaningless gibberish – or even unintended filth; we will never forget Andrew’s promise of a sinning trip to London! This time round it was Martin who, ahead of Thursday’s ride was promising “bidet drinks“. How intriguing; Cillit Bang martinis? Domestos daiquiris? Who knew? On reflection we decided he meant birthday drinks; more specifically, free beer. Top chap! No surprise then that 15 Windmillers turned up for the ride and a couple more freeloaders rolled in for lunch.

Victor enjoying a glorious winter’s day, with Maurice following up behind

What a sumptious day, all blue skies, sunshine and very light winds, to explore the rural idyll that is North East Herts. Setting off from The Pheasant, we headed south to Anstey and The Hormeads before turning east to Furneux Pelham, Manuden and Rickling Green where we pulled in at The Cricketers for coffee. There’s never a good time or place to suffer a puncture but, if that is your misfortune, where better than just before the coffee stop. So it was that Howard, notwithstanding his sealant-filled tubeless tyres, pulled up with a flat rear tyre. Not to worry; while the rest of us took refreshment, Howard, with the help of yet more sealant (courtesy of Charles) affected a swift repair.

Stopping for a breather – with one of Clavering’s two windmills in the background

Back on the bikes we made short work of the return via Arkesden, Clavering and Langley Upper Green to Great Chishill.

Despite the glorious day, the ride was wet in parts. Here’s Rod making waves somewhere near Clavering

As ever, we enjoyed a cracking lunch at The Pheasant and Martin, top chap, bought us all a beer.

15 for lunch, including Charles behind the camera

For the record, the turnout was: Alan, Andrew, Brian, Charles, Deborah, Geoff, Howard, Martin, Maurice, Nigel, Ric, Rod, Roger, Tom and Victor – and we were delighted to see Gareth and Ken joining us for lunch.

Happy birthday, Martin. It seems no time since the last one!
30 miles anticlockwise from The Pheasant, Great Chishill

Our thanks go to Alan for planning the route, booking the pub and leading the ride; Charles for the many photographs and, naturally, birthday boy Martin for the big round of drinks.

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Great Chishill The Pheasant

Andrew’s mystery tour

Mystery tour: An organized pleasure trip whose destination is kept secret.
Oxford English Dictionary

With the first Thursday of the year fast approaching, Andrew was keeping us guessing as to whether or not there would be a ride. No doubt recovering from Hogmanay, it was Wednesday before he finally WhatsApped, “I’ll work out our mystery ride later today”, shortly followed by “See you at The Pheasant 10am”, followed by “Make that 09:30” and with a GPX route attached.

Morning coffee at The Pheasant

It was the GPX that, upon further inspection, caused some consternation as it included Violets Lane, officially the longest ford in England, where the River Ash runs along the roadway for half a mile or so. Not to mention the several off-road sections, some of which didn’t even follow footpaths; and all this after the wettest December on record. It looked more like a route for the Hertfordshire Hunt.

Violets Lane, on a good day

Undeterred, some fifteen Windmillers turned up at The Pheasant on Thursday morning, eager to work off their Christmas excess and curious to know what Andrew had in store.

Assuring us there was a drier alternative to Violets Lane, and that the off-road excursions were mere mapping errors, Andrew led the way out of Great Chishill heading for Anstey and the Pelhams.

Not as wet as Violets Lane but still pedal-deep

There was indeed a lot of water about and at one point we chanced our way along a hundred yards or more of flooded road. Thankfully, no more than pedal deep, we got through ok, though Keith was miffed that his socks got wet.

We had hoped to stop for a coffee at Rickling Green but, alas, the Cricketer’s Arms was closed. The bench on the village green provided an ideal spot for Keith to remove his sodden socks and replace them with dry gloves.

Keith, replacing sodden socks with dry gloves.

Despite our caffeine deficit we made short work of the return leg to The Pheasant where we were delighted to be joined by Chris for lunch.

Andrew’s route in red – and our actual route, 26 miles, in blue.
Road block at Rickling Green

For the record, the turnout was: Alan, Andrew, Brian, Charles, Gareth, Geoff, Graham, Howard, Jenni, Jeremy, Keith, Maurice, Paul, Ric and Rod.

Our thanks go to Andrew, we never doubted you really and it was a lovely route. Also to Charles and Graham for the photographs.

Brian