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And we all felt just like hippos as we waded through a mile or so of the stickiest form of Essex mud ever seen on a Windmill ride, but there was no singing of the famous Flanders and Swann song. This was Andrew’s promise of an interesting off road route but half way through the mud there was talk of whether plan B would have been a better choice. But there were happier faces all round when, feeling guilty, Andrew bought all the coffees and so he was forgiven his sins by the Revd Holy Moley and others present.

The ride of 28 miles started at 9.30am from the Fleur de Lys in Widdington with a briefing from Andrew about the need to cycle safely and to leave a gap in front of every four or so cyclists to allow drivers to pull in when overtaking, which was well received. There was  a good gathering of Windmillers, the others being Vernon, John B, Sandra, Brummie Brian, Yorkie Brian, Chris, Lawrence and Roger. John B decided to do his own thing, wisely, and the rest set off on a circuit through pleasant lanes, until the off road section was encountered……………

Here is the route taken, courtesy of Brian’s Strava:

It is difficult to see from the map exactly where the off road section started and finished but it was essentially the squiggly bit near Little Walden.

Those with mudguards, perhaps better described as rainguards in future, and rim brakes suffered the worst as both clogged up resulting in much poking and removal of wheels to clear the sticky stuff. But once through, on we sped to a welcome coffee at the Three Hills at Bartlow where a hosepipe came in handy too. If Andrew hadn’t bought the coffees there was a considerable risk the hosepipe might have been used for another purpose.

After a pleasant stop at the Three Hills, where the restraining chains around the garden chairs and tables had been removed (they must trust us now), we left as little mud as possible on their patio before the return leg to Widdington on mainly quiet roads, although there was an unusually high level of bad behaviour by motorists despite our polite and responsible cycling.

Back at the Fleur we were delighted to be joined by Maurice who had been given a lift over by Linda. He was remarkably well and only using one crutch, which he claimed he didn’t really need. All this less than 2 weeks from his hip operation which says a lot both for the latest medical technology and being Windmiller fit in the first place.

So it was all smiles at the end of an eventful day. Thanks to Bear Grylls Andrew for pushing us to limits we never knew we were capable of!

Holy Moley Martin

With Maurice out of action for a few weeks it was Deputy Dawg Andrew’s turn to lead the pack on what turned out to be a very eventful ride.

Andrew, John T, Chris B, Ric (more of later), Lawrence, Brummie Brian, Newbee Roger, Ken, Sandra (New Wheels) and Two Scones Keith congregated at High Beeches, Wendens Ambo ready to tackle a 30 mile circuit to Maurice’s house to cheer him up 6 days after his hip replacement operation.

To much laughter Ric is observed pulling his tights off in my garden beside a hedge as not to upset the neighbours.

We set off through Wendens Ambo and almost immediately tackled  the infamous “Hill Bastardo” and onward to Littlebury Green. Rusack being his usual cautious self, alerted everyone that most of the roads in the area had been dressed and there was considerable loose gravel.  Onward we rode to Strethall and up into Elmdon to discover no progress has been made in refurbing The Dial pub a future Windmiller watering hole.

Que Ric  – As we left Elmdon enroute to Chrishall we encountered a huge pile of loose gravel across the entire road. Andrew screamed “loose gravel” “slowing” and almost immediately Ric hit the deck with some considerable force. Lying lifeless for a short period, Roger kept saying to Ric “talk to me -talk to me” Ric replied i’ve hit my head. Somewhat stunned he composed himself and after much debate he decided to continue the ride. Having only travelled a few feet he came to a grinding halt when the derailleur planted itself into the rear spokes.

It was decided that Rics wife should pick him up and Brummie Brian kindly stayed with him and Andrew led the remaining pack to Maurices.

Ric very sensibly headed off to A&E to discover he had fractured his clavicle (Collar bone) and possibly a crack in his right arm socket. He was finally released from A&E at 14.00 – Poor Ric -we all wish him a speedy recovery.

The remaining Posse arrived at Maurice’s and enjoyed coffee, biscuits and wonderful scones and jam. Thanks to Lynn and Maurice for their generous hospitality. Even since Monday Maurice has made great progress and we wish him well for a speedy recovery.

           Similar to the Monday ride we tackled the hill from Maurices to Barkway with Sandra taking the lead completing it in 10 Minutes followed by the next batch (Andrew, Keith & Roger) who completed it in 11 minutes.

The ride took us through Barkway onwards to Nuthampstead, Anstey, Meesden and as we entered the minor road to to Roast Green, Chris B decided to dismount, albeit less dramatically that Ric’s dismount. Unscathed Chris continued with the rest of the gang towards Clavering, Arkesden and a new lunch venue and drinking hole The Bell at Wendens Ambo where we met Brummie Brian who had continued to ride “Billy no mates style”.

A wide selection of excellent beers were on offer and everyone enjoyed a hearty lunch dining alfresco.

There was much hilarity when we observed the delivery of a Pond Liner for the new enormous pond being dug in the pub garden. The pond is so large that Chris, mine host has taken delivery of an Ocean Liner  🙂

Thanks to all for joining the ride from my home which allowed me to have a glorious lie  in !!!

Deputy Dawg Andrew

This Monday ride started from a new location, a well known drinking establishment for the Windmiller -yes The Bull at Lower Langley. Andrew led the group consisting of two scones Keith and newbee Roger.

My plan was to surprise Maurice having only just been released from hospital having undergone a very painful hip replacement -and surprise him we did as his face lite up (no change there) as we entered the patio. Although having gone through a big operation Maurice was in good form albeit still in a lot of pain.

Our route took us from Lower Langley past the rally school and down a road we have never ridden before towards Barley and onwards to Maurice’s farm. On the return leg we enjoyed the big hill up to Barkway and back via Nuthampstead, Anstey, Meesden.

On our return to The Bull the three thirsties enjoyed some excellent beer (Rusack’s off the Guiness for the summer)

Andrew (Deputy Dawg)

With Maurice and Andrew indisposed, it fell to Brian to find a route for Thursday’s outing. Starting from The Cock at Broom he led the gang around a 26 mile circuit south east of Bedford. It took us through the little village of Ireland; we didn’t see any leprechauns though there were some garden gnomes.

We were particularly pleased to see Rod, in fine fettle and back on two wheels after a long absence. He was joined by Keith, Ken, Lawrence, Martin, Ric, Roger, Sandra and two Brians; ten Windmillers in all.

Sandra – on a shiny new road bike – was somewhat dismayed that the route included an off road section, notably a rough footpath across a meadow and over a ditch. But it was dry so her new machine sustained nothing more than a light dusting. Others complained about  stinging nettles, which brought out a fine rash on bare legs.

Highlights along the way included:

• The Shuttleworth Collection of historic aircraft. We pedalled around the estate admiring the House and even managed to get into one of the hangers
• The fifteenth century bridge over the Ouse at Great Barford
• Willington Dovecote and Stables, built in 1543 – but the pigeons are new. It’s owned by the National Trust
• The Cardington Sheds; two massive airship hangers dating back to 1916.
• And, of course, the aforementioned village of Ireland, which is tiny. Blink and you’ll miss it.

Returning to Broom, we were joined by John B and enjoyed lunch in the garden of The Cock. This is a new venue for Windmill Club outings, a quirky place where there’s no bar and the beer is served directly from barrels in the cellar. John went exploring its various rooms and original fittings, returning visibly moved. “It’s a proper pub,” he declared, wiping a tear from his eye. There is no higher accolade.

Finally, we all wish Maurice – who is in hospital having some worn out parts replaced – a very speedy recovery. We hope to see him joining us for a good lunch – and eventually getting back on the bike – very soon.

Brian

A large gathering had been expected at the Fleur de Lys in Widdington, knowing that we would be celebrating Andrew’s receipt of his old age pension, but it turned out that John B had a birthday coming up too, and so the boys very kindly bought the drinks at the end of a delightful tour of Essex lanes.

We also celebrated having a new member join us, Roger Phillips, who has spent many years in the oil business, but not at all slippery! He dusted down his old Eddy Merckx bike and was soon whizzing along with the rest of us. Welcome Roger!

And so it was that 10 Windmillers comprising Maurice, Andrew, John B, Vernon, Keith, Lawrence, Chris, Ric, Roger and Martin set off in a north easterly direction towards Radwinter avoiding the main effects of quite a strong north westerly wind. It wasn’t long before a loud clatter came from Ric’s bike but it was nothing more than a loose mudguard which was soon fixed. (Hardly surprising given the miles that Ric clocks up through riding to and from the majority of our start points.)

Here is the route taken:

The lanes were quiet which once again allowed us to converse in peace whilst also enjoying the stunning sights, sounds and smells of spring time.

Maurice had planned a coffee stop at the recently refurbished Three Hills in Bartlow, and what a transformation it proved to be. Hats off to the local person who has retained many of the pub’s old features whilst enlarging it tastefully, including the creation of a large garden / barbecue area.

Maurice had planned the return route via Sewards End but when the first group took a left in Ashdon the others followed and so it was slightly less of a circuit and more of a lasso, but still very pleasant. At Radwinter we then retraced our pedalling to Widdington where, once again, we enjoyed a warm welcome and an excellent lunch around our familiar round table.

Thanks to Maurice for planning the ride and to the birthday boys Andrew and John B for buying the drinks. More birthdays coming up!

Martin

The lanes of North East Essex and South Suffolk were at their best on this fine Spring day as seven Windmillers set forth from the Fox and Hounds in Steeple Bumpstead for a clockwise tour. Our maestro Maurice led the way and his six faithful followers were Andrew, Ken, Keith, Brummie Brian, Ric and Martin. Ric, as usual, had cycled all the way from home in Harston and so would have clocked up 70+ miles by the end of the day. Well done Ric, you put the rest of us to shame!

Here is the route taken:

Other than a very short stretch of the A1017, Maurice’s route took us through very peaceful lanes with hardly a car or DPD van in evidence. That gave us time to admire the scenery which was a mass of vivid greens, yellows and lilac. There were churches galore and, of course, potholes.

Besides the abundance of usual tree species, a particularly unusual tree sporting preloved walking boots was spotted near one junction:

All was going smoothly until Martin felt that familiar bump bump from his rear tyre which signalled his second puncture of the year, and more suggestions to ditch his recently acquired Schwalbe Evolutions for something tougher. However, it was so easy to remove the tyre that some thought a new record might be created for a puncture repair, until the replaced tyre took on a decidedly wonky profile, necessitating deflation, adjustment, reflation and then a prayer or two before hoping for the best and carrying on to Clare, resulting in no new record. However it was a good team effort, which might lead to an offer to work for a Formula 1 team in future, if word gets around.

Then it was on to coffee in the waiting room of the disused railway station at Clare, where the coffee was fine but the scones might have been better described as rock cakes. As Wikipedia states : A rock cake, also called a rock bun, is a small fruit cake with a rough surface resembling a rock. Rock cakes originated in Great Britain, where they are a traditional teatime treat, but are now popular in many parts of the world, particularly in Clare, Suffolk at the previous railway station.  Anyhow, Maurice got his money back and so he was happy and was none the worse for the experience.

Soon after leaving Clare it was back into Essex for the final run back to Steeple Bumpstead via Ridgewell, with very few hills to tax us. The new management of the Fox and Hounds greeted us warmly, in a traditional landlady sort of way, and a good lunch was had in the garden, washed down with some interesting ales including an old fashioned mild from Wibblers Brewery.

Thanks, Maurice, for devising such a peaceful route. Next week, expect a record turnout as it will be drinks on Andrew to celebrate his birthday. And thanks to Brian for the map and some of the pics.

Martin

With Maurice away in Cornwall, our Deputy Dawg Andrew devised a canny North-South route from the Red Cow in Chrishall to avoid the winds on what was quite a blowy but otherwise very pleasant day. Timothy Taylor was there at the end to help quench our thirsts, having taken over the Red Cow for a few days, enabling Windmillers and others to sample brews other than Landlord. You could tell that Spring was in the air by the number of shorts being worn.

Those setting off on the ride comprised, besides Andrew,  John B, Vernon, Keith, Ken, Sandra, B Brian, Y Brian, Tom, Lawrence and Martin. So keen were some to clock up more miles than usual (or was it something to do with Timothy Taylor?)  that the Brians, Tom, Andrew, Ken and Martin all set off from their respective homes to reach Chrishall by the start time of 9.30am, resulting in total miles for the day ranging from 31 to 45 or more in the case of the Shelfordians / Staplefordians.

Here is the canny route:

The lanes were quiet, as usual, but potholes are becoming a more serious issue as each week goes by (now blamed by the Government on repairs not being made properly by utility companies and so pavements will be dug up instead…………..). So instead of keeping an eye out for red kites or deer, pothole spotting has become a main activity.

An early coffee stop was made at The Cricketers at Rickling Green  and then it was down through Manuden as far as Hazel End before taking a westerly route through to Upwick Green and finally northwards again through the Pelhams and back via Duddenhoe End.

Windmillers relaxing over coffee after a hard ride to The Cricketers at Rickling Green

Thoughts of what Timothy Taylor had in store at the Red Cow never left some minds but, sadly, Tom and Yorkie Brian had to set off homewards before sampling his fine beers, except of course for Andrew who has been weaned off lager and is gradually on the path to real ale via Guinness. And so it was that we were treated not only to Landlord but also to Boltmaker, Knowle Spring and, courtesy of the Red Cow, a pint of Cook Lane IPA which we shared whilst enjoying an excellent lunch.

Thanks go to Andrew for leading us around our pleasant lanes and to Brummie Brian for some of the pics and the map.

Martin

Having recently returned from my South Coast travels, it seemed only fair that I should bring a little something back with me – ‘The Sunshine’!! Although even I can’t take full credit for such a feat, it was a delight to meet up at The Pheasant with Maurice, Andrew and Keith on such a pleasant evening, although not quite warm enough to brave shorts. So it would be that the 4 of us set off towards Heydon avoiding the now cavernous potholes that take pride of place in the roads between Gt Chishill and the Elmdon turn, I’d been warned about these caverns earlier in the day but still amazed by their size and depth.

Safely negotiated we headed down through Chrishall Grange and on to take the road that runs parallel to Duxford’s runway in to Duxford village, on to Hinxton and Ickleton before tackling the long Coploe Hill, after a short rest-bite at the top viewing a sizeable herd of deer on the fields in the distance, safe in the knowledge that if they stay near the M11, they will keep increasing the herd (only a fool will shoot here!!). Up to Strethall before heading on through Littlebury Green and then deciding to take the easier route along the B1039 before veering off to see if The Red Cow would be open for a little refreshment, sadly not open on a Monday. On to Crawley End to encounter a couple of Kamikaze Cock Pheasants, not satisfied with surviving the shooting season and having the urge to dash out into our path, no more Roadkill on this day, well not by us anyway!!

Back to The Pheasant, avoiding the caverns again en route, for succulent Goujons and chips.

Thanks Andrew for organising the route and us too.

Sandra

Maybe it was just an innocent typo, but Andrew’s promise of a “sinning trip” was enough to tempt ten of us out for a trip to London.

So it was that Maurice, Andrew, Lawrence, Sandra, Tom, Yorkie Brian, Brummie Brian, Keith, Chris and Vernon met on a sunny Thursday morning at the White Water Centre, Waltham Abbey.

After a quick coffee, we set off down the Lee Valley, passing under the M25 and on through Enfield and Ponders End to Tottenham Hale, where we found a familiar figure lolling on a bench, his biked propped up nearby. It was Ken who had arrived by train and was looking to join his cycling buddies on the towpath. Now we were eleven.

There was lots to see along the way: wildlife – herons and assorted waterfowl – and all sorts of houseboats; everything from Thames barges to freefall lifeboats, serving as homes and workshops for wood carvers, tarot card readers and bike repair businesses.

At Stratford we took a diversion to view the Olympic Park and the London Stadium, home to West Ham United, before heading on to the Royal Docks where we stopped for coffee and cake at Caffé Fratelli. No scones here for Keith, alas, though he adapted to Italian pastries remarkably quickly.

Then it was on to the Emirates Skyline cable car which lofted us, three at a time, bikes and all, over the Thames to Greenwich. The view was magnificent.

Landing on the south bank, we headed westwards around the Dome, through the Old Royal Naval College and on past the Cutty Sark.

Given the warm weather, we needed little or no excuse to pop into the odd pub for refreshment; we particularly enjoyed the The Blacksmith’s Arms at Rotherhithe.

Back on the bikes, we headed for Tower Bridge where, briefly, we encountered the only heavy traffic of the day. Forming a sizeable peloton, we kept the taxis and trucks at bay and we were soon safely back on cycleways, heading eastwards on the north bank towards St Katherine Docks, where we pulled into The Dickens Inn for lunch.

Revived, we wound our way through the historic lanes of Wapping and Shadwell to Limehouse Basin where we joined first the Regent’s Canal and then the Hertford Union Canal, heading back towards the Lee Valley. From there it was steady going northwards, retracing our tracks for an hour or so and arriving back at Waltham Abbey around tea time.

It had been a superb outing; 44 miles in glorious sunshine. We owe a very big thank you to routemeister, Maurice who, supported by Andrew and Martin, had researched the route with a dry run two days earlier. We would be lost (literally) without him.

You can re-live the trip on Andrew’s recording. And there’s yet more pictures (excluding the most sinful ones) in our Windmill Club 2018 folder.

Brian

Thursday’s weather forecast was plain wrong; the promised dry day had dawned decidedly wet.

Nine Windmillers sat glumly in cars outside The Red House in Longstowe peering out at the rain. Did anyone fancy riding in this? No, not really. So we drove to Bourn Golf Club to keep warm and drank coffee while waiting for the worst of the weather to pass. A golfer – in all seriousness – asked when we’d be starting our round. As soon as our lycra’s dry, we told him.

The rain did eventually stop and seven of us – Ken and John T having sensibly headed for home – returned to The Red House to saddle up the bikes and brave the flooded roads.

So it was that Maurice, Martin, Andrew, John B, Chris and both Brians pedalled off through the puddles back through Bourn from where we headed on to Caxton, the Gransdens, Abbotsley and Gamlingay, before turning back towards Longstowe and a well deserved  lunch. We didn’t stop along the way, it was too cold!

Arriving back at the Red House, we stowed the bikes and headed to the restaurant for beer and sandwiches. As ever, and despite the weather, we had enjoyed the ride and the good company. Thanks Maurice – for steering us around the worst of the floods – and Andrew for getting us organised.

Brian

Having enjoyed coffee and chocolate cake recently at The Cricketers in Weston, to celebrate his birthday, Maurice decided to organise a delightful clockwise ride from there taking in many lanes and villages that we rarely visit, and somehow avoiding Stevenage in the process. There was a large turnout on this glorious Spring day, Maurice’s faithful followers being Andrew, Vernon, John B, John T, Keith, Brummy Brian, Yorkie Brian, Tom, Lawrence, Chris and Martin, with Ric once again clocking up 50+ miles by cycling from Harston and joining us for coffee, making 13 in all.  Here is the route taken:

Despite being so close to Stevenage, or Silkingrad as it was once known by locals opposed to the new town, there was rarely a glimpse of it. Brian and Tom reckoned they spotted the Lister Hospital (see above map) but that’s about all. Perhaps that says a lot about successful new town planning, the topic of which exercised several minds as we sauntered around the mainly quiet but severely potholed lanes. No one could remember the name of the architect of Harlow until Lawrence came to the rescue – Sir Frederick Gibberd. Apparently he has a house and garden in Old Harlow which is open to visitors. (That’s enough about architecture for one blog!)

Vernon, Maurice, Yorkie Brian and Martin in the middle of nowhere, but near Silkingrad

The clockwise circuit meant that there were few difficult hills to tackle en route to Whitwell, where we said goodbye to John B before coffee in Emily’s tea shop, and hello to Ric afterwards.  There was a sign saying Dogs on Leads but we couldn’t find one to clip on Andrew.

Coffee and sunshine at Emily’s Tea Shop in Whitwell – a favourite stop for cyclists

The return leg, thankfully, went down a long hill near Poynders End, which we remembered struggling up last year when we did a similar route anti-clockwise. But what goes down must go up and we were rudely awakened of this when hitting a very steep climb at Gravely with only a herd of deer to take our minds off the grind of gears not engaging correctly. But it was not far back to The Cricketers in Weston where we met up with John B again and received a warm welcome with a good lunch of pizzas and other dishes whilst we tried to decipher who was who in the cricketing photographs that adorned the walls. Luckily we had Keith with us.

Thanks, Maurice, for planning the route, Andrew for organising us all and Brian for the photographs.

Martin

After a short spell away perusing other hostelries, it was decided that it would be good to return to the Packhorse, Moulton. Well the skies cleared and the sun shone for the nine Windmillers (Maurice, Andrew, Vernon, Tom, Ken, John T, Lawrence, Keith and Sandra) assembling in the car park, preparing their bikes for the off. It wasn’t long before there was a cry for assistance, Tom has a problem with his nuts. ‘Have you got any insulating tape or similar in your van Sandra’ cried Andrew. Having perhaps mis-heard the initial cry for help, the best I could come up with were some plasters, they were taken but swiftly returned, it was a mechanical failure not medical! Stripped thread of the nut that holds the front wheel on. Well after delving deep into my van to find the emergency tool box (rarely sees the light of day!) containing spares more for horticultural/agricultural machinery and a few washers albeit a bit on the large size but would prove useful and also raiding Maurice’ stash of nuts, between us we managed to get Tom ready to roll.

We set off up the hill out of Moulton, always a good way to warm up!! We would be following a previous route with a couple of deviations and the aim to have coffee at the ‘Saxon Village’ West Stow, which as always provided good coffee and cake. On our journey a fresh piece of cock pheasant roadkill was retrieved and stuffed in to Tom’s rucksack and discussions of recipes ensued, other pieces of roadkill didn’t prove so inviting and I’m glad to say the rather badly mauled Muntjac was left at the side of the road, this could have made for a very interesting ride attempting to bring this prize home!!

There had been a suggestion at the start of the ride that we would be visiting a windmill along the way for a photo opportunity, sadly this didn’t materialise, apparently there was a large sign advising to beware of the dog and was thus avoided. Having had glorious sunshine for most of the ride, it was as we were about 4/5 miles out from Moulton that a few spots of rain or even hailstones were felt, thankfully we were on the edge of this shower and didn’t really prove to be a problem. On the edge of Moulton, some chose the high road and others the low road and ford, which was in full flow and a swift manoeuvre to avoid going in to be swept away was required. Back at the Packhorse a familiar car was in the car park, that of John B’s who would join us later as we enjoyed our lunch.

Thanks Maurice for another lovely ride and Andrew for organising us too.

Sandra

What a treat to have a longer evening for the first time this year and to know that, if a leisurely pace was kept up, we could be at The Bull in Lower Langley at opening time. The weather was also unusually pleasant for a change and so there was no particular hurry as 5 Windmillers comprising Maurice, Andrew, Sandra, Keith and Martin set forth from The Pheasant some time after 4.00pm. Andrew devised the route which took in Elmdon, Arkesden, Roast Green (where Maurice took the short cut to The Bull), Lower Langley and then a choice of the road or John Bagrie’s off-road route back from Little Chishill to The Pheasant.

We struck lucky in Elmdon to find Simon working hard in his and Ollie’s lovely garden. He showed us his treasure trove of pictures, posters and photographs in his garage, some of which used to decorate the walls of The Pheasant, and his beloved Massey Ferguson 135 tractor which is in impeccable condition. He also confessed to having a shiny new bike which we hope to see him on in the coming weeks.

Ample time for studying the architecture of Elmdon, including The Elmdon Dial which should be opening again in the coming months

After bidding Simon farewell, having suggested we meet again later at The Bull, off we pedaled with time on our hands towards Arkesden via Long Lane, where Sandra, Andrew and Keith were already relaxing in the sunshine on the seat at the hilltop by the time Maurice and Martin arrived.

It was pleasant wasting time in the evening sun, knowing that there was still 45 minutes to go before opening time at The Bull, and so eventually we sauntered off towards Arkesden and Clavering, dodging the potholes along the way. Teresa, please note! At Roast Green, still with 20 minutes to spare, Maurice took the direct route whilst the others went via ‘Icy Lane’ and got there just after him, only to discover the familiar figure of John Bagrie also there, sipping a pint in the sunshine. And then Simon and Carl arrived and so a jolly time was had by all until it started to get chilly and so it was inside to warm up before the final leg back to The Pheasant.

There was much speculation as to whether John B’s off road route really was the quicker. Sandra, Martin and Keith took the easy but longer road route whilst Andrew screeched to a halt at Lower Chishill and took the high road, as Scotsmen often do. SMK pedalled for all their might but it was indeed Andrew who just emerged first from the lane before the final climb into Great Chishill, recording a total distance for the ride of 16.6 miles compared to the road route of 17.1 miles, half a mile shorter. In muddier conditions it might have been different but Andrew did say the ruts were deep. Not for the faint hearted!  John B and Maurice eventually appeared sometime later, having taken the off road route too, but then they didn’t leave The Bull at the same time………….

At the The Pheasant we were given a warm welcome by Alison and Debs before devouring some excellent goujons and chips, all washed down with good ales.

Thanks to the Bad Dawg Andrew for organising the ride.

Martin

Thirteen Windmillers on a Thursday outing is a record turnout – not to mention an overtaking challenge for the hard pressed motorists of north Essex. You can just imagine Radio 2’s Sally Traffic, “We’re getting reports of a rolling road block of cyclists near Stansted Airport”.

Thankfully, Maurice had selected a relatively traffic free route as – followed by Keith, Ken, Nigel, Sandra, two Brians (Brummie & Yorkie), John T, Andrew, Martin, Lawrence, Tom and Vernon – he led us out on a 34 mile circuit around the lanes of north Essex.

Squeezing past the beer delivery lorry at the Fleur, we headed out of Widdington and through Henham and Debden Green, before stopping at Thaxted for a windmill photo opportunity.

Back on the bikes, we headed for Great Bardfield – stopping for yet another windmill themed group picture at Gibraltar Mill – before heading to Finchingfield, where we pulled in for coffee and cake at Bosworths Tearooms. We suspect someone there is soft on Martin, singled out as he was for generous lashings of clotted cream.

Leaving Finchingfield, we headed for Little Sampford and, returning again via Thaxted, we took a more southerly route back to Widdington, stopping only to retrieve various belongings of Andrew (hats) and Martin (mobile phones) that we found scattered along the roadside.

Returning to The Fleur de Lys, Landlord Chris moved not only heaven and earth, but also large tables to accommodate our noisy gang. We enjoyed a hearty lunch, good beer, wide ranging conversation and Nigel’s novelty ringtones.

Thanks, Maurice, for planning an excellent route. And Andrew, for getting us all organised.

Brian

John, Ken and two Brians

The Windmillers – a rolling road block

Andrew doing his stretching exercises

With Andrew back from his skiing exploits in France (NO, he’s not the Beast!!!), eager to get back on his bike, having excelled at enjoying the hospitality supplied by Martin and other friends, as well as a little Apres ski in the local french hostelries. He could have brought his skis along instead of his bike, as a mini Beast from the East had struck again over the weekend, leaving a covering of snow and some bitter easterly winds. But the sun was shining and all seemed well when I met Andrew outside The Pheasant, that was until we stepped out of our vehicles, the wind had not subsided, still blowing in from the East and bitterly cold too!!

What are we thinking of, this could be a short ride!!! We set off down the notorious three hills and the set forth towards Little Chishill, up hill and noticing the wind somewhat but we carried on to Langley Lower Green (too early for The Bull to be open). The sun was shining, in fact clear blue skies all the way around, several herds of deer seen sheltering sensibly along side various woods. We soldiered on to Roast Green, Clavering and Arkesden, with hopes that the wind would aid our return, this wouldn’t be the case until we passed through Chrishall to Heydon then it aided us back to The Pheasant, still a little early but after a certain amount of hammering on the door, Mark relented and let us in to warm by the fire and be refreshed with Guinness and Pride. We were joined by a rather croaky Maurice, glad to have stayed home by the log burner!

Thanks Andrew for a great ride if a bit cold and windy. The sunshine was just what the doctor ordered!!

Sandra

A wet Thursday morning saw seven Windmillers – Sandra, Maurice, Ken, Ric, Nigel and two Brians – sheltering from the rain under a conveniently placed marquee in the middle of Thriplow. It was coming up to the famed Daffodil Weekend and the village was in full bloom. Ken somehow managed to park his car on top of some daffodils while the rest of us looked away, uncomfortably; we don’t know the guy – he’s not with us.

It was such a wet morning that we mooted calling the whole thing off – but Ric had cycled from Harston and we hadn’t the heart to send him back. So, shrugging off the rain, Maurice led the way out of the village and – as ever – we had a thoroughly enjoyable ride.

We headed out through Fowlmere, Melbourn, Meldreth, Orwell and Barrington before pulling in for coffee at The Moringa Tree in Haslingfield. It was our first visit to this cosy little café offering good coffee and an excellent selection of home-made cakes. The ladies gave us a warm welcome – which is more than can be said of their neighbour who stormed into the café upset because someone had parked a bike on The Green. What Green? we asked. That one, said the irate lady pointing to a one metre square patch of grass just outside. The culprit, Yorkie Brian, handled it very diplomatically and moved his bike a little closer to the café – and off the grass. Peace was restored.

Back on the bikes, we did a loop around Harlton and Barton, then back through Haslingfield and on to Harston and Newton, before returning to Thriplow for lunch at the Green Man.

We were delighted to be joined by Chris and Keith – neither of whom had fancied a wet ride (the big softies!). Keith, looking tanned, was just back from a 2 month sojourn in Lanzarote. He hopes to fit in a few rides with us before jetting off for the test match series in the Caribbean.

The Green Man served up an excellent lunch, most of us opting for an assortment of tapas dishes, all washed down with some very good beer.

Thanks, Maurice, for organising another great outing and selecting such a good lunch venue.

Brian

Thursday morning saw nine Windmillers – Sandra, John T, Andrew, Martin, Ric, Chris, Rod, Brian and Maurice – gathering at the Pig & Abbot, sipping coffee and munching biscuits while Landlady Pat took our orders for lunch.

We were particularly pleased to see Rod. He wouldn’t be cycling, but had come along to catch up with his friends and to wish Maurice a very Happy Birthday.

“Today’s ride will be 30 miles and we should be back around one o’clock”, said Maurice. We were impressed with his confidence but, looking at the weather, thought it best to reserve judgement on his timekeeping.

Setting off into a bracing headwind, we headed towards Steeple Morden and continued on through Ashwell and Cromer to Weston, where Maurice treated us to coffee – and some remarkably good cake – at The Cricketers, a new venue for The Windmillers. We were given a warm welcome and agreed to bookmark the place for a future visit.

Then it was back on the bikes and onwards – thankfully now with a tailwind – to Baldock and Ashwell, returning at exactly 1pm to Abington Pigotts. How does Maurice do it? And he bought the beers as well – top chap!

We were delighted to be joined by Rod and Vernon for lunch; ten happy Windmillers tucking into Pat’s homemade pies with gusto. A blissful end to a good morning’s ride!

Brian

Maurice was having some serious jaw engineering, but not from the famed Venezuelan dentist that Andrew uses, and there were no other takers which left just three Windmillers to saunter out on the first 3.00pm ride on a Monday for several months. The plan was to start and finish at The Pheasant in Great Chishill.

And so it was that Andrew led Sandra and Martin on a pleasant circuit of local lanes, struggling to shake off winter in places but showing strong signs of the spring to come in others. This was the route taken:

The mystery above is how we managed to descend more than we ascended from The Pheasant’s car park!

Spring was certainly in the air to start with – snowdrops, the odd daffodil, birds seeking mates to nest with and fields greening up everywhere but we were reminded of winter once again with snow in Elmdon and down that icy lane from Roast Green towards Anstey but, luckily not icy this time just slushy in places.

The Bull at Lower Langley had lights on! But, alas, on closer inspection it was closed and so we pressed on with time on our side as we were not due back at The Pheasant until 5.30pm when Mark kindly said he would open up early. Thoughts of using up time by doing a longer ride via Barley soon disappeared, however, due to black clouds looming and quite heavy rain starting as we approached Shaftenhoe End. So it was a rapid three hills (well, as rapid as the three hills can ever be) to return as fast as possible before getting soaked.

Alas, once again, there was no sign of lights or Mark at 5.00pm at The Pheasant and so we gave our apologies and set off to The Tally Ho in Barkway and enjoyed a beer there and good conversation with the locals in front of the fire. But with the evenings getting lighter it won’t be long before we once again enjoy succulent goujons and chips at The Pheasant after a Monday ride.

Thanks to Andrew for organising a very enjoyable Winter going on Spring ride. Let’s hope it’s all Spring from now on.

Martin

A large group of 11 wrapped-up-well Windmillers gathered at The Pheasant in Great Chishill at 9.30am to set off on a 30 mile circuit via Saffron Walden, once again on a cold day. Led by Maurice and followed at a brisk pace to warm up by Andrew, Vernon, John B, Sandra, Ken, Brian, Ric, Chris, Lawrence and Martin, the peloton’s first stop was Elmdon to see if the group was still together, which it was. Lawrence was particularly well wrapped up as he had only just returned the previous day from 3 weeks in Vietnam and Cambodia, but where the weather had also been cold, particularly at night time.

John B had also had a cold week’s walking the week before in the Lake District, having to cut steps into deep snow to climb familiar peaks, and so this chilly ride must have been a doddle for him. Normally bare headed, he did however sport a smart red ski hat.

This was to prove an uneventful ride, puncture-wise, compared to the previous week, no doubt due to drier roads and an absence of nasty little sharp flints which can penetrate the toughest of tyres, even Schwalbe Marathons! Tough to get on a wheel rim too, according to Chris, who wrecked two tubes in his attempts to do so and brought his old bike instead of his flash new machine.

Audley End House came and went in its usual ethereal majesty before climbing the hill into Saffron Walden, Martin being subjected to some aggressive honking by a bad tempered driver (probably well deserved), before exiting the town and climbing the steep hill to Sewards End.

Then it was through the lanes to Elder Street and a stop at the delightful Debden Barns café to warm up the extremities with good coffee and large helpings of cake, scones, cream and jam, which did the trick.

By this time the skies had cleared and a beautiful day emerged, still fresh but the heat of the sun made all the difference and so happier faces were seen at the next photo stop in Duddenhoe End:

Finally it was back to The Pheasant by a variety of routes. Those seeking to get to the bar first took the direct route to Great Chishill whilst others took the scenic route through Chrishall, leaving just Maurice and Martin to clock up the full 30 miles by taking the long way from Chrishall to Great Chishill which also enabled them to admire the view towards Cambridge and beyond. But it was Ric who easily claimed the longest ride of the day through having cycled from Harston to The Pheasant in the first place and then back to Harston, clocking up nearly 50 miles in the process. Well done, Ric!

An excellent lunch was then had in The Pheasant after which we made our departures, feeling smug at having turned out in the cold in the first place. Strange how 30 miles felt so different to last week’s 30 miles.

Here is the route taken:

Thanks, once again, to Maurice and Andrew for their organisation of team Windmill, and to Brian for the pics.

Martin

The gods were with birthday boy John T today as he was in the 60% group of  Windmillers who avoided getting a puncture on this glorious early Spring day. The other 40% all succumbed, starting with The Revd Moley Martin, who had clearly not said his prayers that morning, followed at steady intervals by Chris, Sandra and, finally, Yorkshire Brian.

Little did we know, as 10 Windmillers set forth from The Black Bull in Balsham, having firstly placed their orders for lunch, what puncture carnage was to come. The others, whose gods were also shining on them, were Maurice, Andrew, Vernon, Ken and Brummie Brian. Here is the route taken:

La route du puncture which Maurice had devised, taking in several lanes for the first time, took us firstly to Bartlow and then through to Castle Camps, passing a fine herd of deer on the way, and Steeple Bumpstead where coffee was due to be taken around 11.00am in The Fox and Hounds. That was the theory but thanks to Martin having the first puncture, and not breaking any records in repairing it, followed shortly afterwards by Chris, most arrived at The Fox and Hounds somewhat later than planned but received a very warm welcome from the temporary staff who had opened early specially for us.

The coffee was good and so were the cakes / biscuits provided f.o.c and then refills of coffee and chocolate even arrived too. But that’s when a cafetiere decided to explode when Martin plunged it too fast / hard or for some other unexplained technical reason but which turned out to be much messier than an exploding tyre, with hot coffee and grains being distributed liberally over Martin and the surrounding table, leaving little in the cafetiere. Luckily Martin was still wearing his coffee-proof hi viz jacket which promptly changed colour to match the cafetiere.

After coffee it was Sandra’s turn to demonstrate her puncture repairing skills, which were indeed impressive. Once again a mini piece of sharp flint had punctured her rear tyre, this time a  Schwalbe Marathon which dispelled the notion that they were puncture-proof.

Off we set again to catch up with the others who were waiting patiently at Baythorne End, after which there were some steady climbs into a strong headwind but the weather was otherwise still perfect.

Then it was Yorkshire Brian’s turn to get a puncture after he had descended into a deep pothole, scoring his first puncture since buying his new bike. But that was repaired quickly and so we were soon heading homewards to The Black Bull via West Wratting after an eventful ride. The verdict on the punctures is that they were caused primarily by recent rains washing small flints on to the road surface. The invincibility of Schwalbe Marathons was shaken  (Andrew is thought to have shares in the company) along with Martin’s Schwalbe Supremes which were nearly new, Chris’s Continental Four Seasons (?) and the unknown make of tyres that came with Brian’s bike. Can anything withstand Suffolk flints? Perhaps not.

Lunch was taken at The Black Bull where we celebrated John T’s birthday and thanked him for his generous round of drinks. Strange how turnouts are always greater when knowledge gets around beforehand that it is going to be someone’s birthday…………..

Thanks to Maurice for planning a very scenic circuit and to Andrew for marshalling us. Next time we might employ a road sweeper beforehand!

Martin