The Windmill Cycle Club

A lovely afternoon/evening was in store. A bright glow in the air as I approached The Bull, Lower Langley, was it the Sun or the newly acquired High-Vis garments in preparation of cycling into the evening Sun, NO, it was the beaming grin on Rocket Rod’s face, showing off his shiny new E-Bike to Maurice!!

Having only acquired this sparkly steed on Saturday, minimal road work had taken place, so this would be a good test amongst friends, none of us competitive at all!! Lets just say that Rod no longer requires a jetpack, as the battery pack has more than enough power for the local hills. On leaving The Bull, Rod took off into the distance, I managed to catch up with him, heading up to Little Chishill before dropping to Shaftenhoe End, where we stopped to regroup with Maurice and Andrew before heading up to Barkway, Rod’s orange glow took off up the hills into the distance briefly stopping at the top of one of the hills to take in the sun, suggestion of adding a solar panel on such occasions to add longevity to the battery. Passing through Barkway and pausing in The Tally Ho car park, checking the opening times for future rides, further investigation required here.

On to Nuthampstead, Anstey and Little Hormead before heading to Furneux Pelham and a little off road stretch down towards Hartham Common. Whether it was the off road section, the narrow road with recently flailed hedges both sides and well basically a mat of hedge cutting all the way along or the curse of new bike tyres (thinest material they can find), the wind was most certainly taken from Rods sails, well his rear tyre anyway!! With the light failing, it was decided to divert back to Lower Langley via Meesden and Maurice went back in his car to collect Rod.

In spite of the puncture (which I now know was a thorn), another great ride. Great to have you back on board again Rod after some time away.

 

Thanks Maurice for organising the ride, Andrew for organising us and Rod for the refreshments, much appreciated, very kind.

Sandra

What a glorious Autumn evening, sitting in the sunshine waiting for Andrew and Martin to join me outside The Bull, Lower Langley, watching Red Kites circling, some even dipping in and out of The Bull’s garden.

This being the first ride after the clocks went back, meaning an earlier start of 15.00. Autumn certainly in the air, temperature dropping rapidly but Martin hopeful maybe that the sun would keep some warmth in the air, choosing to bare knobby knees, while Andrew freshly back from warmer climes and noticing the dramatic change to the weather after just ten days in the Mediterranean.

We set off to Duddenhoe End then on to Arkesden, it wasn’t long before we came across a small herd of deer grazing the fresh crops, on through to Rickling taking in the vibrant Autumn colours. On leaving Rickling a young stag was spotted, hopeful of getting a picture against the setting sun and horizon, we slowed down but the stag was proving more difficult to capture and took off, running along side us for a while before cutting across the road in front of us, to a point where the photo would not have the same impact, I think this stag could have been John B in disguise, the way he managed to avoid the camera!!!

While watching this stag, we were fortunate enough to see a Buzzard drop out of a tree at the side of the road to catch a small mammal and devour in one go and then take off. All in a evenings Windmill Club Autumn Watch ride.

On to Berden and Stocking Pelham, where a comfort break would make an amazing discovery in a garden, a 5″ scale model railway line!!

 

On from here via Brent Pelham to Meesden Bury and Roast Green to Lower Langley, with a couple of stops to check Martin’s bike which had developed a strange noise, it turns out he’s been tinkering again.

The Bull looking fabulous, lit up to welcome us in. What better way to finish a ride than with Benny’s Best.

19.5 miles clockwise

Thanks Andrew for organising and Martin for the photographs.

Sandra

With Andrew cruising the ‘Med’ and Maurice otherwise engaged, I was asked to organise this ride. Well the email went out for any willing/brave cyclists to join me!! Word clearly had not got around to Simon about my past exploits (storm Sandra!!), as he was the only intrepid cyclist willing to join me. The weather looked fine for this evening ride, not too windy and the sun looked set to join us, if maybe a bit chilly. Having a route in mind and knowing that Simon had yet to experience the notorious ‘Three Hills’, we set out from Lower Langley down through Little Chishill to then turn up to Great Chishill taking in the said hills, getting them out-of-the-way at the start of the route, we’d certainly warmed up by the time we passed The Pheasant, on through Heydon and dropping to Chrishall Grange before turning towards Ickleton before turning back to head up to Elmdon, yes UP again, yet another hill with a ‘nice’ (if that’s the correct term!) kick at the end, on through Elmdon dropping down and then heading UP again to Duddenhoe End, this time a hill I’ve only ever gone down before with the Windmillers (I now know why we’ve only ever gone down this one!), at this point it’s pretty much down hill all the way to the welcome of The Bull at Lower Langley, having done all those hills, the thoughts of adding the extra 4 miles passing ‘Chez Oliver’ at Butt’s Green went out of our thoughts, so straight back to The Bull it was, where Maurice joined us later on.

Thank you Simon for being brave enough to join me.

Sandra

Thursday’s outing was a particularly hilly one. Starting from Long Melford, Maurice led the way around a 30 mile circuit taking in Henny Street, Lamarsh, Nayland and Boxford. There were 10 of us – Graham, Roger, Lawrence, Chris, Sandra, Simon, both Brians and, of course, Routemeister Maurice himself.

Iron Man Graham clocked up an additional 30 miles, having cycled all the way from Ickleton to Long Melford, where he arrived clutching a sausage roll and all set for the next 30 miles. We were impressed.

Nayland shall be forever imprinted upon Lawrence’s mind as it was here that an impetuous driver tried to run him off the road. There was a coming together of car and bicycle, nothing too serious, thank God, and Lawrence managed to avoid being spilled from the saddle. The front seat passenger, however, leapt from the car and berated Lawrence for, well, being a cyclist. Despite the abuse, Lawrence kept his cool. It was the offending motorist who came off worst with various vehicle parts, notably a wing mirror housing and fuel filler cap, ending up in the road. Just deserts, we thought; tangle with Lawrence at your peril!

Coffee stop at Boxford

Back at Long Melford, we stowed the bikes and drove to Steeple Bumpstead for lunch at The Fox & Hounds. And what a lunch; notable for the huge volume of dairy product consumed by Martin and Roger, both having selected the Cheese Feast from the menu. They each must have put away half a kilo of various processed curds; everything from Norfolk Dapple to Suffolk Gold. We must up their statin prescriptions.

Thanks, Maurice, for leading us over another delightful route. Andrew too for getting us all organised.

Brian

The plan was to have an early start and finish to allow Deputy Dawg Andrew to scoot off on his hols but it didn’t quite work out like that. Lawrence was running late and so it was 11 Windmillers who set off from the Fleur de Lys in Widdington on a clockwise circuit to Puckeridge and back – Maurice, Andrew, Vernon, Sandra, Keith, Chris, Tom, Roger, Deborah, Simon and Martin. Here is the route taken:

Was it the rain the day before washing mini axe head flints onto the road, choice of tyres or just bad luck that caused four punctures en route, with Deborah suffering one in both front and back wheels? Most probably it was the rain, as has happened before, but there is always talk of Schwalbe Marathons at such time, in which company we are convinced that Andrew holds shares.

Tom was the first to get a puncture but he was so far ahead of the peloton that he already had his front wheel off by the time the others arrived. Although not breaking his personal record of 5 minutes he was soon on the go again:

Then it was Deborah’s turn in Much Hadham but some willing helpers soon had her front wheel off and a new tube inserted whilst the others pedalled on towards Puckeridge to place their orders for coffee and cakes.

At this stage of the ride we were around 30 mins behind schedule but there was more in store on the return leg when Deborah got her second puncture, this time in her back wheel, when Tom, Sandra and Vernon once again came to her rescue and fished out a mini flint before fitting a new tube.

Finally, it was Vernon’s turn, not long after leaving Rickling, his tough Continental Four Seasons tyres also showing that they are susceptible to our local flints. Meanwhile the others were already on their first pint back at the Fleur as the familar puncture repair team again swung into action:

Tom, Sandra and Vernon will definitely be up for the Puncture Repair Team of the Year Award at the Christmas lunch.

And so it was 1.00pm, an hour behind schedule, that we finally all assembled at the Fleur de Lys for yet another wonderful lunch. Sadly, having arrived late, Lawrence set off to find us without success and so was unable to join us for lunch, having returned to the Fleur by 11.30am.

Thanks to Maurice for planning the ride, not knowing of course that all those nasty flints were out there to get us, and to Andrew for organising us. Hopefully Andrew didn’t miss his boat.

Martin

PS. This must be a record for puncture pics on a blog. Ed.

 

 

 

This Autumn afternoon/evening wasn’t what it was supposed to be but the four intrepid souls embarking from The Bull, Lower Langley, were determined to ride their bicycles into the night. As the dry weather had dispersed, so the battle with low, blinding sun would not be the case this afternoon.

Maurice, Andrew, Simon and Sandra, set forth into the damp air. Most took to layers of waterproof gear, while Simon chose to brave the most natural, probably quicker and easier to dry layer of “skin” (I must add, not the full birthday suit!!). This would prove at the end of the ride to be a wise decision, as even though it was damp throughout the ride, it certainly was a pleasant temperature but that may have also been down to the layers we were wearing!!

We set forth to Meesden Bury, Brent Pelham and then on to Berden, with the roads quite damp, muddy and littered with leaf debris care needed to be taken, thankfully Maurice had chosen an unpowered steed, so there was no need for us to be chasing after this Speedster!!

On to Wicken Bonhunt, Arkesden, Duddenhoe End and Langley Upper Green, along the way a cheeky hen pheasant took flight alongside Andrew and cut across in front of him, possibly an attempt to take him out prior to the beating/shooting season and saving all her friends/family! The conversation quickly turned to game recipes and making space in the freezer for ‘the bag’!!

At Langley Upper Green, the group split, with Maurice and Simon heading the short route back and Andrew and Sandra going via Butts Green and Roast Green to add approx 4 miles to the route. A warm welcome awaited us at The Bull. ‘Flanders Field’ the beer of choice, Green King – British Legion special, very refreshing too.

Thanks to Maurice for organising the ride, Andrew for organising us and to Simon for the delicious Quince jelly (still warm).

Sandra

For the third week running a baker’s dozen of Windmillers assembled for a ride around our beautiful local lanes. Starting this time from The Fox & Duck in Therfield, Maurice chose a clockwise route via Baldock, Ashwell, Guilden Morden and Royston before the climb back to Therfield.

Accompanied by Andrew, Vernon, Birthday Boy Keith, Sandra, Ric, Brian B, Brian Y, Chris, Lawrence, Simon, Graham and Martin, the group set off a bit earlier than usual so that Maurice could fit in a flu jab in Royston on the way back.  Here is the route taken:

There was indeed a breeze in our favour on the outward leg which meant we swept along, clocking up an average speed close to that achieved the previous Monday. The route through to Baldock is very pretty, particularly the village of Wallington which was once the home of George Orwell, author of Animal Farm.

And here are the animals and humans (minus Napoleon and Vernon the horse) outside George Orwell’s cottage:

For more information about George Orwell and Animal Farm, here’s a link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_Farm .

The animals and humans then left in single file, speeding down the long descent to Baldock before heading north east towards Ashwell for coffee at Rhubarb & Mustard. The breeze seemed to be still in our favour.

 

After coffee we sailed downwind towards Wrestlingworth before finally turning for home, when the breeze became a full on near gale on the nose, reminiscent of some past rides organised by Storm (Pinkeye) Sandra. The imposing Litlington church was passed on the way:

The peloton thinned out and by the time we reached the A505 there was some distance between the front and back. A slow climb up the hill to Therfield, hoping that a golf ball would not impede progress, was finally rewarded by the welcome sight of The Fox and Duck and a welcome birthday pint courtesy of Keith (thanks Keith!) sitting outside in the hot sunshine before having a splendid lunch inside.

Thanks to Maurice for planning the route and to Andrew for getting us to the starting line on time. And congratulations to Sandra, Ric and Graham for clocking up many additional miles by riding to and from The Fox & Duck.

Martin

 

 

 

Six Windmillers comprising Maurice, Andrew, Keith, Sandra, Simon and Martin set forth from The Bull at Lower Langley at 4.30pm on this cloudy but dry autumnal evening, not knowing that they would be achieving a higher than usual average speed of 12.4 mph for the ride. Was this the wind, increased fitness levels or the thought of a pint of Benny’s Best at the end? Perhaps all three.

Maurice led the way on his highly charged steed firstly towards Shaftenhoe End and then due South to Little Hormead before turning left towards Furneux Pelham and back via the outskirts of Clavering. Here is the route in detail:

There were some significant hills at times, as shown in the graphs above, resulting in a loss of 839 calories, according to Mapometer. A pint of Benny’s Best only amounts to 210 calories and so we can comfort ourselves with a net loss of 629 calories……………

There were few stops, not even outside the church in Furneux Pelham where ‘Time Flies’, but a brief pause was made to take on and expel water, rather like a steam engine.

The moving average had slowed to 12.0 mph by Roast Green but thanks to a high speed descent to Lower Langley this increased to 12.4 mph just as the welcome sight of The Bull came into view.

Thanks once again to maestro Maurice for leading us around the Autumnal lanes and to deputy dawg Andrew for organising us all. It’s a good feeling not to have anything to do except just turn up and pay our dues. Over £1500 has already been raised for charity this year and so by Christmas this should be a tidy sum to distribute.

Martin

This used to be Maurice’s home turf, so for him it was a trip down memory lane; no map required. Starting out from the Sword Inn Hand at Westhill, we were on a 28 mile circuit of east Hertfordshire, Maurice leading the way around his old haunts, followed by Deborah, Andrew, Graham, Keith, John B, Martin, Victor, Ric, Chris, Roger, Lawrence and Brian. A baker’s dozen once again.

Along the way we stopped at Standon to admire the Old School House and the nearby puddingstone (you’ll have to look it up).

It was 22 miles before we pulled in for a coffee stop, this time at Whitehill Golf Club. Then it was back on the bikes for the short trip back to Westhill, where we were delighted to catch up with Sandra who had cycled out to join us. She was a pint ahead but we soon caught up and together enjoyed a hearty lunch at the big table.

Thanks, Maurice, for leading the way – and Andrew for getting us organised.

Brian

An earlier start of 4.30pm was necessary today due to the shorter days creeping in slowly but surely. As long as The Bull was open at the end of the ride, that’s all that really mattered, which indeed it was.

It was good to have another new member join us, Jenny, a friend of also new member Deborah. Welcome Jenny! Accompanied by electric Maurice, Andrew, Sandra, Keith, Simon and Martin, we set off at a brisk pace to get some warmth flowing into those brave enough to display knobbly knees. Here is the route taken:

The route took us down Andrew’s favourite off road / track past Rockell’s Farm in Duddenhoe End and on to Rickling and Rickling Green. The lanes were quite busy for a while, this being rush hour, but it soon settled down to the usual peace and quiet we have become accustomed to. Then on to Manuden where it was tempting to stop at Martin’s daughter’s house but baby Willow was busy watching Cbeebies with her dad before tea and might just have wondered what Grandpa’s hi-viz friends were up to on what would have been a lightning visit.

Maurice had a devious off-road / track section planned in Furneux Pelham but before that we just had to pay homage to the gleaners of yesteryear who are said to be responsible for the inscription on the village church of Times Flies – Mind Your Business . Gleaners were apparently allowed onto harvest fields after work had finished, strictly at 6 pm.

Time was indeed flying – 6 o’clock meant it was opening time at The Bull – and so on we sped up the track and down a bumpy concrete bit towards another Pelham, Brent this time, before finally zooming downhill to Lower Langley. Saying farewell to Deborah and Jenny, the remaining Windmillers received a warm welcome inside The Bull.

Thanks, Maurice, for another entertaining ride and to Andrew for getting us there and supplying the photo.

Martin

It was a magnificent Suffolk morning as a baker’s dozen of Windmillers gathered at The Packhorse in Moulton on a Newmarket race day. Driving past the gallops from Newmarket to Moulton watching the horses in training is always a special sight and on this crisp sunny autumnal day it was extra special.

We nearly filled the car park as Maurice, Andrew, Vernon, Sandra, Keith (still recovering from a bug), Ken, Lawrence, Chris, Roger, Victor, Simon, Deborah and Martin got ready for the off, knowing also that Ric would be cycling over from Harston and joining us for lunch. Simon had to firstly mend a puncture – possibly caused by the same thorn / flint on Keith’s driveway that caused Martin’s puncture on Monday? Maurice distributed a map and off we went, not knowing that the actual route might be somewhat different.

This is where we were meant to go:

…and this is where we actually went:

The main variation was a scenic detour into the suburbs of Bury St Edmunds followed by a U-turn and a  stretch along a busy A road but other than this the lanes were fairly quiet. Not long after starting, however, an overtaking car, just before a bend, forced a fast oncoming car to take quick evasive action on to the verge which avoided an accident. Which all goes to show how careful Windmillers need to be at all times, particularly when cycling in a large group.

Our coffee destination was Ickworth, but not the café in the grounds. Every now and then Windmillers like to splash out and so it was the hotel that Maurice had booked us into, where we enjoyed our coffees sitting outside in a magnificent garden in warm sunshine:

The Suffolk countryside was in fine fettle, post-harvest. As always, there were some fascinating churches, cottages and fine country houses to admire as we pedalled along.

And this one too:

Knowing that lunch was to be served promptly at 1.00pm some of the group charged on ahead whilst others were content with admiring the views. But on reaching Moulton there was a large group on the fine bridge desperate to be caught on camera:

A treat was in store back at The Packhorse, our second upmarket eating establishment of the day. An earlier photo shoot had left cocktails all over the bar that needed drinking up, and who better to oblige than a gang of thirsty Windmillers?

Then we sat down in a large private room and enjoyed a Wherry good lunch, joined by Ric who once again gets the prize for the longest ride of the day – approx. 45 miles from Harston and back. Well done, Ric.

Thanks, Maurice, for organising the Lost Tribe and getting us back for a splendid lunch bang on time. And Andrew too for getting us to the starting line. Let’s try a greasy spoon next week.

Martin

 

 

 

 

What a glorious evening to go cycling, meeting at The Bull, Lower Langley in the sunshine were newest New-by Deborah, shortest time as New-by Simon (1 week), Maurice, Andrew, John T, Keith and Sandra.

Introductions over and we headed up towards Meesden Bury, Brent Pelham, Furneux Pelham, thankfully not opting for the off-road route or what is also known as the longest ford!! We would have been more than happy to meet ‘Off Road King Andrew’ at the other end, had he chosen to partake but was persuaded otherwise, even though it had been a very dry period of late.

On to Manuden and up to Rickling Green, Maurice having thrown down the gauntlet to anyone wishing to have a bit of a burn up the hills on route. Well it seems that I was the only one feeling the need to stretch my legs a bit more (even though I’d ridden to the start, John T having ridden to the start too). So, I sat over looking the green and the Cricketers Arms, longing for some refreshment until the crew arrived (probably could have managed a swift half after all!!).

Once regrouped we headed to Rickling and the hopes of a photo opportunity with the Black Swan but sadly no swan and a dry pond was found (Not sure what has happened to the Black Swan)!

The sun was dropping and the shadows lengthening, so we returned via Wicken Bonhunt, Arkesden, avoiding the gravely off-road section to Duddenhoe End and then into the now blinding sun to Langley, Lower Langley and welcome refreshments at The Bull.

Thanks to Maurice for the route and Andrew for organising us.

Sandra

It was good to have two newish members, Simon and Deborah, join Andrew and Martin on this Monday evening ride around the lanes. But given their interest in stopping to examine a nuclear fall out shelter near Brent Pelham, were they in fact Russian spies we wondered, or is this just fake news?

Starting from The Bull in Lower Langley, where a large beer festival had been held over the weekend and luckily for us there was a lot left over, our ride took us through stunning lanes just as the sun was getting low in the sky. Here is the route taken:

Avoiding all off-road alternatives, we sped along thinking of the beer to be sampled back at the Bull until we pulled up near the aforesaid nuclear bunker, built during the height of the cold war when it was feared the Russians could have been overhead at any time.

Then it was on to Anstey where one bright spark who shall be nameless suggested we might call on Keith, but not knowing exactly which house he lived in we just rode up his driveway, hung around making a few noises and then departed without seeing him – just as well as he had a rotten cold. But the security system of thorns / flints on his driveway succeeded in giving Martin a puncture at a time when the light was beginning to fade but it was repaired in a reasonable time thanks to a team effort.

When we finally reached The Bull it was great to see John B who had been out riding in the same area and maestro Maurice was propped up on a bar stool too with an indecent suntan having just got back from sailing around Majorca. The huge range of beers left over from the festival were priced at just £2.00 a pint and so we just had to take advantage of that, and take some home too for good measure.

Thanks to Andrew for organising a great ride and to the staff of The Bull who always give us such a warm welcome.

Martin

 

It was a murky Essex day as 6 Windmillers gathered at the Fleur de Lys for a ride to Finchingfield and back, not even bearing to think about Maurice soaking up the sunshine and drinking gin and tonics on his friend’s large yacht in the Mediterranean. So Andrew led the way, followed dutifully by Sandra, Chris, Lawrence, Roger and Martin via Henham, Thaxted, Great Bardfield, Sydney (only joking) and Waltham’s Cross (no joking).  Here is the route taken:

The first stop on what was quite a brisk ride was Henham where large fish were seen swimming in the village pond, which never seems to dry up. Sadly they were not seen on camera:

Thaxted came and went in a blur and on we sped towards Great Bardfield with thoughts of coffee beginning to become uppermost in one’s mind.  But then came the hypothetical Sydney, a field full of mini wallabies munching happily away but almost as invisible as the fish in Henham:

Coffee was had at the delightful café in Finchingfield where we have stopped many times before, Bosworth’s Tearooms. Several scones were consumed, some with clotted cream (on top of the jam of course) and there were thoughts of why Keith was not with us. That soon became clear when the murk turned to heavy rain and we had to sit it out until it cleared, so Keith had clearly read an accurate forecast.

But the rain soon stopped and other than a spot or two on the way back (badly judged by Martin who stopped unnecessarily to don a waterproof only to remove it again shortly afterwards) we returned in the murk via Thaxted and were soon taking the off road route behind Debden to reach Widdington in time for a splendid lunch at the Fleur de Lys.  Chris was celebrating the arrival of his second grandchild, Ethan, and so we had great pleasure wetting the babe’s head courtesy of Chris. Thanks Chris!

Thanks to Andrew for organising a great ride.

Martin

 

“It’s alcohol-free!”, choked Keith, mid mouthful. Maurice had invited us in to his Aldeburgh cottage for refreshments. “It was a bargain; eight bottles of Ghost Ship for a tenner – and now I know why”, he admitted bashfully. Much leg-pulling – of his good leg, of course – followed.

Mid-way round a 37 mile route from Framlingham to the seaside and back, Andrew, Lawrence, Roger, Keith, Ken and Brian had followed Maurice to Snape Maltings for coffee and then on to Aldeburgh for lunch. Along the way we had bumped into John Bagrie; though we seemed to lose him at coffee time. Strange that.

At Easton, we rode past Britain’s longest crinkle crankle wall. That’s a wavy wall to you and me; look at the picture and you’ll get the general idea. Dating back to the 18th century, crinkle crankle walls were cheap to build as they were made just one brick thin, they didn’t need buttressing and, no doubt, with the money saved the owner could treat pals to real beer instead of that cheap non alcoholic stuff.

Meanwhile, back in Aldeburgh and a few doors along from Maurice’s place, we enjoyed a fine seafood lunch before mounting up and heading back to Framlingham. Throughout the day we had been blessed with fine weather, good food and excellent stewardship, all thanks to Maurice. Thanks too, to Andrew, for getting us organised.

Brian

 

Sandra’s report of trusty steeds on 17 September reminded me that speedy steeds had an interesting circuit from The Bull in Lower Langley on 3 September, which had not been blogged.

Here is the route taken:

It was Andrew, Keith and Martin who set off on yet another glorious evening circuit only to find at the end that John B had been doing much the same in the opposite direction, having started a bit later, but never the twain did meet until back at The Bull. Instead of going directly from Heydon to Elmdon, Martin introduced a new off road but relatively smooth path from Chrishall to Elmdon which runs through the woods (wonderful smells at bluebell time).  Interesting to see that the trusty steeds did it again in reverse.

Whilst climbing up to Catmere End, Martin noticed a sprayer busy spraying and in the interests of photography and sprayer identification by Tom at some future stage, he stopped to take pics, whilst the others went ahead and waited. It wasn’t long before the driver stopped his sprayer and sauntered over to ask if there was anything wrong. ‘Nothing at all’, wimpered Martin, thankful that he was not about to crush his bike and as soon as Tom’s name was mentioned he melted into a long discussion about nozzles and weeds, demonstrating what he was trying to eradicate. Meanwhile, Andrew and Keith were worrying about Martin’s safety but showing no signs of intervening.

Sprayer at Catmere End in need of identification by Tom

Then the speedsters got going, Andrew and Martin recording their best ever top speed of 33.4 mph descending the long hill from Littlebury Green.

Not long afterwards, we came across a recently torched / burnt out Land Rover Discovery on the side of a field leading up to Duddenhoe End. The heat had been so intense that all the glass had melted into pools and nothing was left except the shell. Quite a sight:

Finally, we wended our way through the lanes taking a left at Langley Upper Green which meant delaying a pint by another 10 minutes but adding a couple of miles to the ride and enjoying the countryside.

And then we were soon back at The Bull sampling a pint of Benny’s Best, still not knowing where it is brewed and all the staff refusing to tell us. But it’s a fine pint.

Thanks, Andrew, for organising a great circuit. Apologies for the delay in reporting.

Martin

 

 

 

 

The Bull, Langley Lower Green would be the meeting place for this evening ride, 17.00 would be the start time. Assembling in the car park were Maurice choosing non electric cycling to push those muscles, Andrew, Sandra and a newby Simon, whom we welcomed to the group and hope to see again on many a ride.

Setting off across the ford towards Meesden Bury before cutting down towards Roast Green and then along back up to Langley Upper Green passing ‘The Olivers’ residence, on to Duddenhoe End, where we circled to incorporate a little off road section through Rockells Farm, a little stoney for some of us!! Back on tarmac we headed to Littlebury Green, passing Simon’s residence on to Catmore End and Strethall (Thankfully no angry looking farmers spraying tonight but we know how to calm them now, “Just mention Tom Robinson and all will be well!!’)

Onwards towards Elmdon on the lovely smooth tarmac, this wouldn’t last long as Andrew had plans for another off road section from Elmdon to Chrishall, through a lovely wooded area, much smoother than the previous off road section. Weaving our way through the lanes and passing The Red Cow, sadly not open on a Monday, we headed back through Heydon, Gt Chishill, Shaftenhoe End and Little Chishill to a warm welcome at the Bull and welcome refreshments. We were soon joined by John B with a rye grin on is face – “That was close” he said, assuming he meant the fading light but no, dusting off his knees, he told us of an off road section close by, a bit like being on a roller coaster ride. While relaxing and enjoying himself, his ‘Trusty Steed’ decided otherwise and catapulted him into the verge, thankfully no major damage, dusty knees and dented pride and he was on his way to the pub for a well deserved beer.

Thanks Andrew for organising us and the ride.

Sandra

What to wear when the mornings are autumnal but summer lingers at lunchtime? The turning season poses a dilemma for the fashion conscious Windmiller.

It was a chilly Thursday morning and our wardrobe choices were many and varied. Bare knees were still in the majority, Ric alone opting for winter leggings, and Lawrence, sporting ski gloves, clearly wasn’t taking any chances. Then there was John B toughing it out in skimpy retro shorts and T-shirt; those of you familiar with the 118 118 ads on the telly will know the look.

So it was that twelve randomly attired Windmillers headed out from The Fox & Duck for a 30-odd mile circuit of the lanes south of Therfield. Maurice – followed by Ric, Lawrence, Roger, Brian, Andrew, Ken, Keith, Victor, Chris and both Johns – led the way towards Buntingford and thence on to Puckeridge, where we pulled in at the Something Lovely tea room for refreshment. No coffee for Victor though, as he set about mending a slow puncture.

Back on the bikes, we dodged the speeding traffic on the A10 roundabout and headed west towards Dane End before turning north for the return leg via Cromer and Sandon.

Arriving in Therfield, and with the pub garden now bathed in glorious sunshine, we enjoyed an excellent lunch while Roger – pint in hand – entertained us with his falling backwards off a bench without spilling a drop trick. He promises to do it again at the Christmas lunch.

It was a well chosen, scenic and mostly traffic-free route, thanks again to Maurice. Thanks also to Andrew for getting us organised.

And let’s hope we can keep the bare knees going – at least until the clocks go back.

Brian

A sunny Thursday morning saw seven Windmillers setting off from The Carriers Arms, East Bergholt, for a 34 mile circuit of the Shotley Peninsula.

Maurice – followed by Andrew, Lawrence, Roger, Ken, Keith and Brian – led the way eastwards towards Shotley Gate at the tip of the peninsula, where the rivers Stour and Orwell meet.

Along the way we stopped to admire Erwarton Hall, a 16th century stately pile with a particularly imposing gatehouse.  Legend has it Anne Boleyn stayed at the house and that her heart is buried at the nearby church.

Looking out from Shotley Gate we could see wind turbine installation vessels moored across the Stour at Harwich and – across the Orwell – giant container ships docked at Felixstowe.

Turning westwards for the return leg, we stopped off at scenic Pin Mill for coffee at the Butt and Oyster. Back on the bikes we continued westwards, crossing the causeway at Alton Water before heading back to East Bergholt for lunch at the Carriers Arms.

Thanks, Maurice, for another delightful route – and Andrew for getting us all organised.

Brian

PS: Here is this week’s caption competition . . .

Maurice was busy at the Aldeburgh Carnival and so it was just four Windmillers who set forth from The Tally Ho! In Barkway to explore local lanes on yet another fine summer’s evening – Andrew, John T, Sandra and Martin.

Our route took us firstly to Buckland, a road we rarely take because of the need to negotiate a short stretch of the busy A10 but well worth doing with a small group as the views left and right are stunning. As it happens, the A10 wasn’t too busy and so we were soon turning right towards Sandon and then left past Lyn and John B’s house (got it right this time!).

Buntingford was reached in no time, where we stretched our necks to try to see the damage done recently by an aggrieved contractor who put his digger through a recently completed house, and a brief stop was made to check if the creaking coming from Martin’s bike was coming from the bike or himself. The mystery was not solved but the creaking continued and it was Sandra who came up with the answer – the front disc brake was slightly out of alignment. And guess who caused that through a bit of tweaking of the cable before setting out? Yours truly, of course, or Bodgermart as he is also known.

The haste in riding was because we were going past the exact same spot as a few weeks back when John T was the first to spot two bikini clad girls wandering down a track near Wyddial playing loud music, having left their Mini Convertible near the road with their two burly minders in the back seat……… Alas, there was no repeat but we had to stop anyway to see what they may have been up to and discovered some burnt out material, lots of drinks cans and a teaspoon that looked as if it may have had a substance in it whilst being heated over the fire…… Or is that just our wicked imagination? There may well have been other items in the bushes but we decided not to venture there.

Returning via Nuthampstead, we had time and distance to spare and so Martin suggested a tour of the old airfield, which was led by Vice Marshal  Rusack. John T, being a local resident, had seen it all before and indeed takes part regularly in a flag ceremony in commemoration of those who died, left us to it and retired to go back to his and Bridget’s house.

After admiring the memorials and reading the wonderful poem of the 55th Fighter Group we took a path down to the airfield where many of the concrete taxiways are still in existence. The main runway is still used in part as a private airstrip and there were in addition two other runways. The whole site is huge – no wonder it was considered as a site for London’s third major airport in the 1970s.

Then it was back to The Tally Ho! after first admiring an ancient war-time (probably)   Leyland bulldozer in need of a little tlc but with an engine which looked as if it might still work.

Sitting outside on the deck of The Tally Ho! on a warm sultry evening was a perfect way to end a good ride.

Thanks to Vice Marshal Rusack for organising the ride and for the tour of Nuthampstead airfield.

Martin