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26 October. Another will we won’t we ride 31 miles?

October Thursdays have kept us guessing this year. It has been a very wet month overall and this was the third Thursday in a row that Windmillers have stayed close to their smartphones waiting for a go / no go from their leader. But, being an intrepid lot, each ride has taken place and only one, on 12 October, was almost washed out.

The above photo says it all – Graham must have been wondering whilst having his coffee at 8.00am on this rain sodden morning that Jeremy’s ride from The Plough in Den Fitton / Fen Dutton / Dun Futton or various other names Windmillers use to refer to Fen Ditton, might be abandoned or cut short. But it was not to be – the rain which teemed down en route to The Plough eased off before 9.30am and we enjoyed a pleasant dry ride to Ficken Wen and back, except for the puddles of course which spluttered mud on many a jacket.

Damp squibs waiting for the off at The Plough

Thirteen Windmillers comprising Jeremy, Alan, Simon, Brian, Sandra, Rod, Charles, Graham, Ken, Andrew, Martin W, Roger and Howard set off in two groups, firstly circling around the back streets of Cambridge via the Cambridge United football ground and Cherry Hinton before heading towards Stow cum Quy, the second group stopping to discuss the new ‘village’ being built on the eastern side of Marshall’s Airport. Then on to Bottisham, after which we could hear each other talk, and finally Swaffham Prior before entering the silent beauty of the Fens.

Roger tunnelling under the A14

The name of The Dyke’s End pub caused some amusement as we passed through Reach on the way to busy Burwell before we again ventured deep into Fenland along rutted and potholed roads (Rishi, please note) requiring the utmost concentration when we might have been spotting wildlife instead.

All went smoothly until there was an almighty crash in the café at Wicken Fen when a tray of, luckily, tin cups being deposited thoughtfully by Alan missed its slot in the tray holder thingie and dumped the whole lot on the floor. ‘Crumbs’, said Alan, or words to that effect, and he didn’t mean the remains of cakes or croissants, but a member of staff soon rushed to his aid whilst Windmillers did nothing except act like the Paparazzi with their cameras.

Coffee time at Ficken Wen

There was more fun and games after coffee when Simon decided to show off his nautical (naughtical?) skills by pretending, we thought, to be an invading Viking and jumping into a longboat parked on the grass.

The return leg took us back via the familiar bridge over Burwell Lode which required assistance for those with heavy e-bikes, then Burwell Fen, Hallard’s Fen, Reach Lode, Prior Fen, Swaffham Bulbeck Lode, Bottisham Fen and Bottisham Lode before passing through the village of Lode itself next to Anglesey Abbey. Sadly, there was very little wildlife to see or hear, except for a couple of swans spotted by Graham, not even those lovely Polish ponies which are helping to restore a large area of Fenland.

The Cambridgeshire Lodes are man made and thought to be of Roman origin – perhaps that’s why they are always straight? Full details can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cambridgeshire_Lodes

Alan once again became the centre of attention when a flint caused a puncture in his front wheel but those with bad backs, namely Sandra and Graham, nobly stopped and assisted him and he was soon on the go again.

Alan gets assistance from bad back Sandra. Graham was nearby nursing a bad back too.

Back at The Plough it was good to be joined by Maurice and Chris and we all sat down to a good lunch, all except Charles who unfortunately received a Covid-scare from a friend at coffee time and thought he should not run the risk of infecting the rest of us. Thanks, Charles, and sorry you had to miss lunch. Fortunately, however, it turned out to be a false alarm.

Many thanks to Jeremy for planning and organising the ride, and to photographers Charles, Simon and Graham.

This is where we went:

Martin

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Partial to Pat’s Pies

Eeee, when I were a lad, my idea of a Saturday teatime treat was a Frey Bentos steak & kidney pie in front of the telly while my dad, glued to the Grandstand footy results, ticked off the score draws on his pools coupon. As the years went by there came an awareness of other pies and, wonder of wonders, some weren’t even tinned! Who’d have thought, eh?

These days, with a somewhat more sophisticated palate, I know what constitutes a prize winning pie and, to my mind, that accolade goes to Pat at the Pig & Abbot, whose delicious steak & kidney, served up with sumptuous gravy and tangy red cabbage, is the one to beat.

Chris, Andrew, Deb, Jenni and Jeremy

So it was good news to hear that Maurice had planned Thursday’s ride to start and finish at Pat’s pub. Blessed with unseasonably warm weather, he led the way out of Abington Piggots and, via The Mordens and Potton, on to Waresley where we pulled in at the garden centre for light refreshment, mindful not to overdo the cake lest we spoil our appetite for lunch.

Back on the bikes, we made short work of the return leg, via Hadley St George and Shingay, to the Pig & Abbot and the prospect of some fine pie. Sipping our pints, the conversation was lively and wide-ranging, everything from ailments to the rugby world cup, not to mention Jeremy’s unusual spreadsheet obsession.

For the record the turnout was: Andrew, Brian, Chris, Deborah, Jenni, Jeremy, Maurice, Paul, Ric, Rod, Roger and Simon – and back at the pub we were delighted to see Howard, Ken and Ann join us for lunch.

30 miles clockwise from Abington Pigotts

Our thanks go to Maurice and Andrew for planning another excellent outing – and to Pat for the stonkingly good pies.

Brian

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Good for the Garden !

Rain. As a cycling group we’d almost forgotten what its like to ride in wet conditions ! So; after the unfeasibly warm and dry weather we’ve had this month, the rain finally arrived. I’m sure the keen gardeners out there were offering up a silent prayer of thanks this morning as a steady downpour sprang from a heavy, grey sky. Meanwhile, sometimes keen Windmill cyclists were shaking their fists and crying into their early morning porridge. Autumn was here. At one point, there was even talk of cancelling the ride but finally rule 5 * prevailed and the ride was on.

Nine riders congregated in the Crown, Little Warden for a 9.30 start. However the ongoing steady drizzle and the offer of coffee meant that the start, by consensus, was delayed until 10.00. It was still raining as two groups started up the hill towards Hadstock common, but it wasn’t long before Simon and Chris thought “sod this for a game of soldiers” and sensibly turned back.

Ostensibly to make up lost time, various short cuts and diversions were adopted (including a sampling of the new cycle path from Linton to Abington and missing out long stretches of off road riding), en route to Graystones Cafe, Duxford where Ken was waiting for us. Inside, warming drinks and cakes were being enjoyed when in strode an extremely irate Charles, dressed head to foot it seemed as a lollipop man. Somehow he had missed us on the ride, no doubt during one of our short cuts and had only just found us. Not so stressed was Brian, who also joined us here directly.

With the rain finally abating, but time for lunch rapidly approaching, the executive decision was taken to head fairly directly to Little Walden via Coploe Hill and Chestnut Avenue and then via Audley End House (once bigger than Buckingham Palace, apparently, according to a man in the pub).

About 38km all told, which felt like an achievement in the conditions.

Back at the pub and slowly drying out, Chris rejoined and kindly stood his round for a ‘significant’ birthday celebration – many thanks and much appreciated.

* Velominati rule 5: “Harden the f%*$ up.” https://www.velominati.com/

For all or some of the ride and or lunch: Andrew, Brian, Charles, Chris, Gareth, Graham, Howard, Jeremy, Ken, Rod, Sandra, Simon, Victor.

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Who bagged all the sunbeds ?

Wimpole has been continuously occupied for at least 2,000 years, with evidence from Roman, Anglo Saxon and medieval times. The earliest maps show a four-gabled manor house surrounded by a moat. Nowadays the extensive estate comes under the auspices of the National Trust.

These gentile surroundings form such an unlikely setting for the unseemly scrum for available deckchairs that occurred last Thursday. And the perpetrators of this unseemliness ? It turns out it was the vanguard of the Windmill cyclists laying claim to all of the available sunbeds and, without any remorse, leaving their later arriving club mates to look around in vain for seating.

On any normal October day the competition for sunbeds would be somewhat more muted, but for this ride the weather played ball and the National Trust cafe had arrayed a number of deckchairs out on their lovely lawn in the sunshine. Unfortunately, that number of chairs was fewer than the 18 Windmill riders that had set off from cafe 19, Duxford that morning !

I would like to report that the three groups on the road progressed from Duxford to Wimpole via the short but sharp Chapel Hill over to Barrington and around the multi-use path around the estate without incident.

Unfortunately, this would not be true. Group three had barely travelled 100 metres from the cafe before Paul reported a back wheel puncture. This shouldn’t have been a particular issue – fingers were warm, spare inner tubes abounded and we had ace technician Tom in the group. We hadn’t bargained on a faulty replacement tube, however, which promptly blew out its valve once having been laboriously pumped up by Paul (all the while asking for more volunteers to man the pump). Luckily the next tube proved more robust, and a CO2 inflator saved Paul from more sweat and effort *. Nevertheless group 3 were now half an hour behind schedule.

The return ride did pass without incident via Shepreth and Fowlmere. Following breeze and no hills. Thanks to Jeremy for organising this ride and the weather gods for the fine conditions.

Apologies if I’ve missed name checking anyone here: Jeremy, Andrew, Charles, Alan, Keith, Deborah, Graham, Paul, Tom, Roger, Graham, Sandra, Ken, Simon, Victor, Gareth, Ric, Rod.

* CO2 cannisters are great for quick roadside tyre inflation but there are a few things to look out for:

  • Best get an inflator with a proper tap on it rather than a marginally lighter ‘one shot’ push on type.
  • The tyre pressure gets high very quickly. If in your haste you had the inner tube trapped under the outer rim, it WILL blow out. With a bang.
  • The CO2 cannister will get very cold. Do not handle with bare hands !
  • Tyres are more porous to CO2 than normal air, so when you get home, let the CO2 out and re-inflate with a normal pump.
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28 September. The Axe and Compasses reopens. 32 miles.

Rod very kindly offered to organise this ride at short notice following a decision to postpone a proposed ride from Mersea Island due to only seven members being able to make it. There might have been a riot and those concerned being thrown out of the club if the magnificent seven were later to be seen stuffing themselves silly with delicious local seafood and local wine at The Company Shed. So, another time for Mersea when the time and tides are right.

But what better than to celebrate the reopening of The Axe and Compasses in Arkesden following the disastrous fire on Mothers’ Day in 2022 when most of it was razed to the ground. And the bonus was that two additional members could take part, making nine in total – Rod, Andrew, Victor, Roger, Gareth, Howard, Ken, Brian and Martin, plus the pleasure of having Maurice join us for lunch.

After some debate as to whether Violet’s Lane near Furneux Pelham was doable, necessitating a visit and assessment by Monday’s riders, the route was revised by Rod to ensure no one got stuck in mud or, worse still, punctured. Violet’s Lane is the longest ford in the UK, all three quarters of a mile of it. Just imagine cycling through this lot – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOE4ah1tLXc

This would of course not pose any problem for Simon and his snorkel who is renowned for his love of getting into deep water.

There was a fair amount of traffic to contend with at times (was a major road closed somewhere we wondered?) but after 15 miles we entered Braughing, bypassing The Golden Fleece for a change, and heading to Pearce’s Farm Shop on the A10 where we were treated to excellent cakes and coffee served with great efficiency – definitely one for a return visit.

Contented cake consumers and knobbly knees at Pearce’s Farm Shop

There was evidence of long trousers on this ride, a sign of things to come perhaps, but once the sun got through it still felt really warm. Indeed, September has been recorded as one of the warmest on record.

Returning via Westmill, Buntingford, Hare Street and Nuthamsted the two groups met up at a traffic jam before Duddenhoe End due to two skip lorries being unable to pass each other. But Lorking’s Lane, a bridleway leading to Beard’s Lane and Cooper’s End came in handy as an escape route for Rod and Martin who whizzed along both and got to the bar of The Axe and Compasses before the others.

After a £1.6m restoration, in an astonishingly short space of time for a Grade 2 listed building, The Axe and Compasses looks just as it did before and the menu hasn’t changed much either – still a strong Greek influence. There is a passage from the Public Bar to the Saloon Bar but, otherwise, the layout is the same. The choice of new materials such as beams and windows is superb and, luckliy, much of the furniture was saved by the locals before the fire took hold.

Empty glasses and full bellies at the end of a meal to celebrate the reopening of The Axe and Compasses in Arkesden

And this is where we went, clockwise:

Thanks again to Rod for organising the ride at short notice and the excellent refreshment stops, and to Brian for the photos. We’re all a bit worried, actually, about Brian heading off to Hebden Bridge on holiday, known as the Transitioning Town of the North of England. Watch this space……

On a more serious note we wish Maurice well with his medical tests. Likewise, after Iain’s recent hospitalisation in Brittany, we wish him a good recovery and we look forward to having both of them join as again as soon as possible.

Martin

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Trouble Abroad, but no Trouble at t’ Mill

A day of opposites for the windmill club today.

Iain is still interred in a hospital in Brittany after being very expertly and sympathetically treated by the French health system for a pulmonary embolism sustained during his, Alan and Martin’s cycle holiday. He is being treated considerably less sympathetically by his insurance company. As a consequence, Martin W has very kindly mounted a rescue mission involving a return trip to France to pick up both Iain and bike. He is probably somewhere Sous La Manche as we speak. We all hope the treatment went well, Iain, and chapeau to Martin.

Meanwhile, les stay-at-home rost beefs were enjoying a great little weather window of blue skies and light winds, which came sandwiched between last nights floods and this afternoon’s thunder storms. 14 riders took to the roads from outside the Red Lion, Great Sampford and, unusually, managed to split into two equal groups of riders.

Our first port of call was possibly a first visit to the beautifully restored Bragg’s Mill, overlooking Ashdon.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bragg%27s_Mill,_Ashdon

Bragg’s Mill is a post mill with a single storey roundhouse. It has four patent sails carried on a wooden windshaft with a cast iron poll end. Two sails are double shuttered and two are single shuttered. Two pairs of millstones are driven, arranged Head and Tail. The mill is winded by tailpole. The mill is 10.36 m high to the roof.

Bragg’s Mill was built in 1757 and was renovated in the late 1950s. In July 2004, a grant of £46,900 was received from the Heritage Lottery Fund and new sails were fitted on 5 July 2006. “Viewing by donation”, apparently, so a possible for future windmill rides.

After the photo shoot and once again in two groups, we headed for coffee and cake at a very efficient Tarka’s cafe. Continued sunshine allowed coffee to be taken at the outside tables without any danger of a soaking, being blown away or hypothermia (or upsetting the rest of the more conventionally attired clientele).

Back on the bikes and back to the Red Lion via another possible Windmill first: the delightfully narrow and twisty eggshell lane.

No incidents ensured a prompt lunch. Two riders, Victor and Alan, were replaced at the table by two guest diners, Julia and Maurice. The pub’s excellent Italian themed cuisine once again came up to the high standard we’ve come to expect of this venue.

The lucky dry and slightly sun kissed riders were: Alan, Victor, Brian, Jeremy, Martin B, Paul, Simon, Graham, Roger, Ken, Gareth, Rodd, Andrew and Keith.

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Castle to Castle

This week’s ride took us anticlockwise from Castle Hedingham to Castle Clare and back. Castle Hedingham is Norman, built c1140, apparently ‘the best preserved Norman Keep in England’

What strikes me most about it, considering it’s age, is that it is still upright. This isn’t true of some castle keeps in England. A striking example is Bridgnorth built c1160 which leans at four times the angle of the Leaning Tower of Pisa and demonstrates how dodgy builders can be found at any time and in any place.

One day it will fall down you know. Unexpectedly. Would video be better for that?
Cromwell dug under it during a siege in 1645. That didn’t help.

We went anti-clockwise this time on what was a perfect day for cycling. I selected the 1st group since this was going to be my first time out after a ‘challenging’ summer. If I was a bit slow I could get scooped up by the 2nd group.

Martin(2), Howard, Brian, Victor and Nigel provided a gentle reintroduction to 30 miles routes. I always find the miles go by more easily when you can chat along the way. The other thing that makes the second half easier is a BIG CAKE. The scones at the old railway station at Clare fitted the bill perfectly. Some members of our group even considered missing lunch. But later changed their minds.

The station at Clare was part of the Great Eastern Railway (GWR) whose terminus is still Liverpool Street. Many of you will have seen the impressive monument there, to employees of the GER who were killed during the First World War.

Memorial at Liverpool Street station to GER staff who died during the First World War.

It was unveiled in 1922 by Sir Henry Wilson MP, who was then assassinated by two IRA gunmen on his way home from the unveiling ceremony. Next time you go, look for a smaller memorial to Wilson which was later placed adjacent to main one. He was the ‘father’ of the Ulster Defence Force. The next MP to be assassinated would be many years later, Airey Neave in 1979.

Next to Clare station is the priory, whose grounds we wheeled our bikes through. Founded in 1248, it is the ‘mother house’ of the Augustinian order in England. These are Catholic monks who get involved in local communities and also ‘contemplative’ nuns. One of their commandments is reading during meals, which might be Ok, but another is ‘fasting and abstinence proportionate to the strength of the individual’, which certainly isn’t. So I’m only up the briefest of visits, having finished my chocolate brownie. Lovely gardens though.

With a beautiful route and weather. The return leg was uneventful. Graham had joined the 2nd group of Keith, Deborah, Chris and Rod. We sat and once again failed to abstain in a quite a disproportionate way. Drinking beer, eating quite good lunches and enjoying the sunshine in a most un-monastic display.

Thank you to all the club members who supported me during my troubles. I’m fixed, now our attention turns to Iain, who has had some bad luck during his Brittany tour with Alan and Martin. We all hope that turns out OK and that he is back with us soon.

A really enjoyable ride this Thursday. Great route and a good pub so thanks go to Brian. Let’s hope we have a good autumn. We’ve got some catching up to do.

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Rude health

Being a fairly senior bunch, many’s the Windmiller toting a longish medical record. Some indeed have more than a passing acquaintance with hospital wards, having had worn out parts replaced or unwanted parts removed. It is to this elite group of scarred and stitched Windmillers that we now admit Simon.

Just weeks on from having surgeons rifling through his innards, Simon was back in the peloton looking chipper and regaling us with the gory details. Guts, lots of ’em, plus a stout constitution had seen him through a challenging time – and here he was back in the peloton as it set off from West Wratting bound for Lidgate.

So it was that Alan, Brian, Charles, Gareth, Geoff, Ken, Martin B, Martin W, Maurice, Ric, Rod, Roger, Simon, Tom and Victor – some 15 Windmillers in all – rolled up 12 miles later in the bar of The Star in Lidgate. Mid-morning being a little early for ale, we tucked into coffee and some excellent cake the chef had made specially for us.

Back on the bikes, Maurice’s scenic route returned us – via Moulton, Cheveley and Dullingham – to West Wratting where we slaked our, by then considerable, thirst at The Chestnut Tree. Considering it was September, it had been a hot and humid ride, touching 30°C towards the end, but there were no complaints as we supped our beer and tucked into a hearty lunch in the garden. As ever, the conversation was wide ranging; everything from re-inforced, autoclaved, aerated concrete to Martin mooting a French trip next year.

Thanks go to Maurice for planning a superb route and getting everyone organised. And Simon, welcome back!

30 miles clockwise from West Wratting

Brian

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Swimmingly well

Thursday saw Jeremy leading some eighteen Windmillers out of Duxford headed for Cambridge. Along the way some of us popped in to look at Jesus Green Lido which only the previous day had celebrated its centenary. Alongside the River Cam in central Cambridge and open all year round, the unheated (brrr!) pool is 100-yard long and, together with Tooting Bec Lido in London, it shares the accolade of being the longest pool in the UK. Regulars pride themselves on year round, daily dips, many donning wetsuits in winter.

Cambridge Lido . . .
. . . celebrates its centenary, with a little help from Hazel

From there we pedalled off along the Cam towpath pulling in some five miles further up river for refreshment at Grounds Café in Milton Country Park.

Returning through Cambridge, weaving through the tourists thronging Trinity Street and the colleges, we headed back via Grantchester, Hauxton and Whittlesford to Duxford and a well earned lunch at Café 19.

We had a bumper turnout: Alan, Brian, Charles, Hazel, Geoff, Howard, Iain, Jenni, Jeremy, Ken, MartinB, MartinW, Paul, Ric, Rod, Roger, Sandra and Victor – and we were delighted to see Maurice joining us for lunch.

Our thanks go to Jeremy for organising another excellent outing.

31 miles anticlockwise from Duxford

Brian

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24 August. Helions Bumpstead circuit. 30 miles.

Deborah suggested a trip to see the church in Castle Hedingham might be of interest to those Windmillers who hadn’t paid a visit the last time and so this ride was planned with that in mind. Unfortunately, Deborah was unable to make it as she was busy cycling a mega route from Morecambe Bay to Bridlington but she had already seen it.

Setting off for the first time from The Three Horseshoes in Helions Bumpstead, on the recommendation of a local lady who we had bumped into on a previous ride, the 14 taking part were Maurice, Andrew, Iain, Geoff, Howard, Martin B, Victor, Alan, Rod, Ric, Brian, Roger, Tom and Martin W.

Ready for the off

The weather forecast was a fine morning and a wet afternoon but in practice it was the reverse, which meant the not-so-hardy types donning wet weather gear soon after setting off. But it turned out to be only a few spots and by coffee time in Castle Hedingham the sun was shining brightly and we had all dried off.

On the way we passed Jamie Oliver’s fine residence in Finchingfield and then traversed a series of very narrow twisty lanes with gravel and grass to contend with in places, but blissfully quiet. The only other road user spotted by the first group of riders was a fat badger which waddled up the lane before taking cover near its large set – so large that a mound of sand and gravel spewed out into the lane.

The Old Moot House in Castle Hedingham did us proud again with good coffee and cakes, even though coffee was spilled liberally by both the staff and a Windmiller but which was soon mopped up.

Leaving the bikes jammed in the back yard of The Old Moot House, a group of Windmillers then nipped across the road to take a peek at St Nicholas Church and were not disappointed. It is one of only four churches in the UK, including Peterborough Cathedral, with a Wheel window, as depicted above. Built by the wealthy Norman Robert de Vere family in 1180, the church is listed Grade 1 – Nikolas Pevsner, the esteemed architectural historian, called it ‘the finest church in Essex’. Robert de Vere was the 3rd Earl of Oxford and one of the barons who acted as a guarantor in the signing of the Magna Carta in 1215. The US Constitution is still based largely on the wording of the Magna Carta – say no more.

The Wheel window of St Nicholas Church

But of course there’s always the sinner in our midst who took the chance of asking for a quick repentance

A 10 minute visit doesn’t do justice to such a fine church. For more detail of what we missed see here: https://greatenglishchurches.co.uk/html/castle_hedingham.html

After extracting our bikes from the the back yard of The Old Moot House, the two groups set off on the return leg taking in some familiar lanes before ending up with a splendid lunch outside at The Three Horseshoes, definitely a place to revisit:

Lunch at The Three Horshoes. ‘Why only three’, asks Rod, ‘why not four’? ‘Because it means there’s a farrier nearby’, says Howard. ‘No’, says Google, ‘it’s because the Worshipful Company of Farriers in the City of London has three horseshoes in its coat of arms.’ ‘No, says Iain, ‘it’s because my horse has lost a shoe, let’s go to the pub’. Iain gets the prize for the most likely explanation.

So this is where we went:

Thanks to everyone who attended and Brian for some of the photos.

Martin

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17 August. Salad days. 34 miles.

Salad days” is a Shakespearean idiom referring to a period of carefree innocence, idealism, and pleasure associated with youth. It might also apply to middle aged and elderly members of The Windmill Club but after this ride it took on an additional meaning when salads and bread rolls were traded quite liberally around the table whilst sitting outside having lunch at The Crown in Hartest. More anon.

What a glorious day Maurice had managed to arrange for this cruise around Suffolk lanes. Thirteen Windmillers managed to find their way via various routes to what must be one of the prettiest villages in Suffolk, the houses facing the green sporting colours representing the dyes used in days gone by in the local production of textiles.

Smart houses in Hartest and smart cars to dye for

So Maurice led two groups comprising Rod, Brian, Andrew, Graham, Alan, Paul, Howard, Roger, Iain, Deborah, Keith and Martin W on an anti- clockwise circuit which avoided, in theory, having to climb Hartest hill but that wouldn’t have been possible in any event as the road was closed, necessitating a detour on the return leg.

This is where we planned to go. In the event a diversion was made via Audley End, (yes, a different Audley End) which added around 4 miles:

Coffee was taken at the splendid isolated Maglia Rosso café cum bike shop.

Maglia Rosso is a veritable museum of cycling gear but sells the very latest bikes

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The return leg took us once again past this lovely cottage whose garden is always a harmonious picture of mixed flowers and vegetables:

Graham couldn’t resist taking this pic of schisters Martin, Andrew, Keith, Paul, Brian, Iain and Roger in front of a stinking pile of the stuff

Back at The Crown, lunch was served outside in the garden but a mix up by the pub over the orders for whitebait resulted in a combination of salads of various types, courgettes, peas and bread rolls being thrown around with gay abandon, causing much mirth of a Shakespearean quality.

The sad remains of a salad.

Thanks, as always, go to Maurice for planning the route and to Andrew for organising us.

Martin W

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Graham’s ride

It was Graham’s turn to lead the outing and, given the large turnout of 15 riders, he very reasonably asked that we form two equal-sized groups. How hard can that be? A seemingly impossible task for Windmillers, we ended up with one group of five and another of ten. Nice try, Graham.

Ken, Ric, Gareth, Howard and Roger

Setting off from The Three Horseshoes at Hinxworth, Graham led us over the border into Bedfordshire for a 30-odd mile loop around Biggleswade. Fine weather, beautiful countryside and quiet roads made for a very enjoyable outing, the only hairy bit being the hundred yard stretch along the pavement bordering the busy A1 at Sandy.

Alan leads MartinB, Maurice and Rod up and over the A1

Mid-way we pulled in at The Cowshed Café in Northill for coffee and cake. Our first visit and certainly not our last, it’s a lovely place that works really hard to attract passing cyclists.

Gareth, Charles, Deb and Roger tucking into sticky buns
Maurice, MartinB and Rod
Ric, Andrew, Graham, Howard Keith and Ken

For the record the turnout was: Alan, Andrew, Brian, Charles, Deborah, Gareth, Graham, Howard, Ken, Keith, MartinB, Maurice, Ric, Rod and Roger.

Rod visits Ireland, a little-known hamlet in Bedfordshire

Our thanks go to Graham for planning and leading an excellent outing.

33 miles anticlockwise from Hinxworth

Brian

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A new grandma

Boasting an abundance of grandfathers, the club has hitherto suffered a shortfall in grandmothers. But that all changed on Thursday when Deb announced she had become the proud grandma of Fraser, the latest addition to the Goodman clan. Congratulations, Deb.

Ready for the off, proud Grannie Deb to the fore

There was good news too from Simon who is out of hospital and on the mend following his successful surgery in London. We look forward to seeing him again soon.

So it was in high spirits that the Windmillers set out from The Chestnut Tree, West Wratting, on a 30-mile jaunt to the The Star at Lidgate and back. A pub-to-pub-to-pub outing; what larks!

Maurice led the way, followed by Alan, Andrew, Brian, Charles, Deb, Graham, Howard, Iain, Jenni, Jeremy, Ken, MartinB, Victor and Rod; fifteen Windmillers in all.

Doing our bit to support the 500 year-old bridge at Moulton

We were very impressed with The Star, Maurice having arranged for the landlady to open up specially for us. Not only was the coffee good but she laid on sausage rolls and cake too. We really should plan a ride from there soon and try the place for lunch.

Andrew full of praise for the excellent cake at The Star
Too early for a pint?, ponders Jenni

Thanks go to Maurice for planning the route, Andrew for getting everyone organised and Charles for the many photographs.

30-ish miles clockwise from West Wratting

Brian

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Blustery

Flint was formed in soft, limy mud on the floor of the chalk sea some 80 million years ago. It is made of quartz, which came from the skeletons of tiny sponges dissolved in the seawater. The bizarre shapes of flint nodules is due to flint replacing the chalk in the burrows of marine animals such as arthropods. Over millions of years the process continued and the white chalk mud, containing trillions of flint nodules, was slowly compacted to form a layer over 200 metres thick across the region. Early humans soon discovered that broken flints could be formed into extremely sharp cutting tools ………

In keeping with the rest of July, Thursday’s forecast was “mixed”. This prompted one or two ‘no shows’, including our ride organiser, Rod (some muttering about a BT man, but it sounds a bit like, “the dog ate my homework”). Nevertheless, 11 riders (assuming I’ve counted correctly) gathered at the Fox and Duck, Therfield under gloomy skies. Two groups set off southwards into the blustery breeze heading for coffee in Buntingford.

Buntingford

Would it rain or not ? the heavy clouds constantly threatened, but thankfully in the end only light showers materialised. Constant stops ensued to put on rain coats (too warm) or take them off again (another light shower).

Fascinated bystanders. And some Windmillers.
Cromer Windmill

Back to the pub via the oft photographed Cromer Windmill for the usual great food and beer after an enjoyable and mostly dry and mostly incident free ride.

……The fascinating geology of flint and utility to our ancestors was lost somewhat on Alan and Graham. Alan sustained not one but two flint induced punctures requiring road side fixing and Graham one slow puncture to be fixed at home. Geology, eh ?

Geology
More Geology

With apologies if I lost track of starters, I think these are the final group of riders: Jeremy, Victor, Tom, Paul, Nigel, Maurice, Martin B, Graham, Charles, Alan and Andrew.

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Café 19 Duxford Madingley Hall

Dino Dung

Many’s the time we have cycled across Trumpington Meadows oblivious to the dinosaur dung. Yes, really. Coprolite is the fossilised faeces of animals that lived millions of years ago and it was mined here in Cambridgeshire for use as fertiliser right up to the First World War. Admittedly, the Trumpington deposits are now thought to comprise mostly other organic material, but there’s plenty of real dinosaur poo elsewhere in the county.

Trumpington Meadows’ coprolite mine in 1914 . . .
Plenty more fossils to be seen on Trumpington Meadows

But enough of pre-history, how about something more recent, like Madingley Hall, the picturesque 16th century pile where we pulled up for coffee on Thursday’s ride.

Idling away the time at Madingley Hall

It’s a lovely place but, boy, is the service slow. We must have spent an hour there, though that did include a brief foray into the magnificent walled garden where Gareth took this splendid picture.

Gareth’s botanical study

Back at Café 19 in Duxford, Ric, top chap, announced it was his birthday and bought us all a beer. We didn’t ask his age but there’s a clue in that 1970s hairstyle.

Lunch at Duxford’s Café 19
Happy birthday, Ric

For the record our peloton comprised: Alan, Andrew, Brian, Gareth, Geoff, Howard, Iain, Jenni, Jeremy, MartinB, Paul, Ric. Rod, Roger and Simon; Victor joining us for lunch.

Thanks again to Ric; that was a big round!

Thanks, also, to Jeremy for planning and leading another splendid outing.

Jeremy’s route; a 33 mile circuit clockwise from Duxford

Brian

PS: If fossilised poo is your thing you’ll love this, but maybe not before dinner.

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6 July. Double birthday ride. 30 miles.

With a record turnout for The Chestnut Tree in West Wratting for both the ride (18 Windmillers) and lunch (19) it was just as well that the bar bill was to be shared between Deborah and Geoff who had both been celebrating their birthdays recently. Deborah claimed to be 59 (going on 39 really) but Geoff wasn’t heard to admit how many years he had clocked up; certainly a lot less than some Windmillers!

It was 3 groups led by Maurice who set out on a tour of the South Cambs, Essex and Suffolk lanes via Bartlow, the Bumpsteads, Baythorne End for coffee, Kedington and Withersfield.

A brief pause was made outside this gate when group 3 comprising mainly the e-brigade caught up group 2 who had caught up group 1 and so there wasn’t much to do except admire the gate and wonder what kind of palatial residence was up the driveway.

A brief stop was made by group 2 in Helions Bumpstead to ask a local lady what she thought of the local pub, The Three Horseshoes, which Ken McDonald of the 100 Parishes Society had recommended during his talk to the Windmill Club recently. She said that it was wonderful, owned by the village community and the chef was formerly at The Fox and Hounds in Steeple Bumpstead, so well worth a visit sometime. Rod commented that Andrew would have made a much better job of attempting to recruit said lady into the Windmill Club.

Baythorne End was the coffee / cake stop which was as good as usual:

Serious consumption of cakes at Baythorne End

….but Martin B wins the prize for the cake of the day

…whilst Deborah shows off her happy doggie birthday card

The way back via Kedington and Withersfield took us through more delightful lanes with big views over rolling countryside.

Group 2 stopped to admire the field of blue borage in the distance

Back at The Chestnut Tree, the 18 Windmillers comprising Maurice, Jeremy, Victor, Rod, Deborah, Martin B, Paul, Ken, Brian, Geoff, Gareth, Roger, Nigel, Iain, Alan, Ric, Howard and Martin W were joined by Tom who had come cross- country on his mountain bike. All enjoyed an excellent lunch and sang a hearty Happy Birthday to Deborah and Geoff who between them bought a huge round of drinks. Thanks Deb and Geoff! Thanks also to Maurice for planning and leading the ride and well done to all those including Ric, Brian and Jeremy who clocked up additional miles by riding to and from The Chestnut Tree.

This is where we went: https://www.outdooractive.com/en/r/271845370?share=%7Ezwjuydse%244ossdpje&utm_source=unknown&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=user-shared-social-content

Finally, on a sad note, The Chestnut Tree is up for sale but we hope the new owners continue the same high standard of food and drinks that we have had the pleasure of enjoying in recent years, ever since Graham first recommended it.

Martin

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Café 19 Duxford

Local knowledge

Café 19, so named after the no. 19 Spitfire Squadron* based at Duxford during the war, was once again the starting point for Thursday’s ride. This time however, not only were we booked in for lunch afterwards, but Martin had also hired a meeting room and arranged a talk on local geography and history; more of which later.

Roger, Ric, Alan, MartinB and Charles at Cherry Hinton Hall

Jeremy’s plan had been for a largely off-road jaunt but, given the overnight rain, he wisely opted for a mud-free, tarmacked circuit instead. So it was that twelve** Windmillers set out from Duxford heading for Hinxton and thence Ickleton, Fowlmere, Shelford, Cherry Hinton and Fulbourn.

Cresting the Gog Magog Hills south of Cambridge

Pulling in for refreshments at Stapleford Granary, we were warmly welcomed and treated to free coffee; this as recompense for our last visit a month ago when it took nearly an hour for everyone to get served. Andrew’s subsequent complaint to the management seemed to work wonders. It probably helped that Lindsey, his better half, has a business elsewhere on the premises.

Coffee on the terrace at Stapleford Granary

Sipping coffee and munching cake on the terrace, we reminisced about our first visit five years ago which was notable for Andrew touring the arts centre and concert hall – and playing some thundering chords on the Steinway grand. This got the management’s attention (Lindsey again) and he was firmly asked to vacate the piano stool and shoo.

Refreshed, our 12-strong** peloton set off on the return leg via Great Shelford and Whittlesford, back to Duxford where we were delighted to be joined by Maurice, Ken and Victor – the latter having taken an unfortunate tumble from his bike and needing a little attention to his abrasions. Glad to say, nothing was broken.

A 33 mile figure of eight route from Duxford

After an excellent lunch, we listened to a very interesting presentation given by Ken McDonald, Secretary of the Hundred Parishes Society. The society celebrates and promotes our home patch, a region of some 450 square miles ranging across northwest Essex, northeast Hertfordshire and southern Cambridgeshire. Largely unspoilt and richly endowed with some of England’s finest villages and rural heritage, few people, indeed not that many of its inhabitants, know much about the area, maybe because it has never been accorded a name – until now. Coined by the Society, the new name reflects the fact that the area comprises some one hundred administrative parishes.

Ken, assisted by his Janice, his wife, gave an excellent talk, all the more enjoyable as it referenced many of the places we visit on Windmill Club outings.

Our thanks go to Jeremy for planning and leading the ride, Martin for arranging the talk and, of course, Ken and Janice McDonald for a very enlightening and enjoyable presentation.

Brian

*No. 19 Squadron was stationed at RAF Duxford from September 1939. Notable among its pilots was Douglas Bader who was posted to the squadron in February 1940. Later that year the squadron provided air cover over the Dunkirk beaches and subsequently fought in the Battle of Britain.

**The twelve Windmillers were: Alan, Andrew, Brian, Charles, Deborah, Howard, Jeremy, MartinB, Nigel, Ric, Rod and Roger.

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Braughing

Happy Birthday, Alan

A fine Thursday morning saw Maurice lead a gang of fourteen Windmillers out of Braughing, heading for the Silver Leys Polo Club, some 17 miles distant. Nigh on two years since our last visit to the club, we were warmly welcomed despite past misdemeanours, notably Charles’ odd sock shocker and Simon spooking the horses.

Glad to say, this time around Charles was impeccably attired, Simon restrained his animal spirits and we had a jolly time enjoying good coffee and some particularly delicious cake.

Simon, our semi-aquatic Windmiller

We took the return leg, some 13 miles via Much Hadham, Barwick and Puckeridge, at a fair old clip, arriving back at The Golden Fleece in good time for lunch. And Alan, this week’s birthday boy, generously bought us all a beer. Many happy returns, Alan!

Hazel at Hazel End

For the record, the peloton comprised Maurice, Keith, Howard, Graham, Victor, Iain, Simon, Hazel, MartinB, Alan, Roger, Jeremy, Ric and Brian.

28 miles clockwise from Braughing

Thanks go to Maurice for organising the ride and arranging the polo club visit.

Brian

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Longer than the average ride ….

King’s Lynn South Quay in the early morning light

That was different for a Windmill Club ride ! 92 km (58 miles) from King’s Lynn to Cambridge, one way with no pub finale. The weather was set fair, dry and hot with a favourable wind. The course was almost perfectly flat – the main difficulties to progress being uneven or unpaved cycle tracks, steep bridges (especially for those on e bikes) and Cambridge traffic lights. Oh, and one busy road crossing, more of which later.

Safely gathered at King’s Lynn station

The first hurdle was to get the 9 starters to King’s Lynn station all at the same time from a mixture of starting points (variously Royston, Cambridge, Trumpington Park and Ride, and a hotel in Kings Lynn). Happily, thanks to the wonders of modern communications and a punctual train, all arrived safely for the grand depart.

King’s Lynn, known until 1537 as Bishop’s Lynn and colloquially as Lynn, is a port and market town in Norfolk. Lynn originated in the early 10th century on a constricted site south of where the River Great Ouse now discharges into the Wash (until the early 13th century, the Great Ouse emptied via the Wellstream at Wisbech). During the 14th century, Lynn ranked as England’s most important port when sea trade with Europe was dominated by the Hanseatic League of ports. Lynn retains the only surviving two former Hanseatic League warehouses: Hanse House and Marriott’s Warehouse, in use between the 15th and 17th centuries.

These days, the town is an interesting mix of old and new, with an extensive pedestrianised centre, a plethora of one way streets and some oddly positioned cycle ways. This made navigating the first part of our route particularly tricky – trying to avoid falling foul of traffic restrictions, busy main roads and industrial units.

Somehow, we negotiated the route through to the picturesque Tuesday Market square, Down Kings Street to Lynn Minster, then the the South Quay before finally picking up the excellent National route 1 cycle path south of the town. From here it was time for cameras away and to start covering some distance.

Away from the metropolitan bustle, the peloton maintained a healthy pace, initially on cycle paths and then on a series of quiet lanes heading for our first stop at Denver Sluice, where we were to meet Simon and “The Boss”, Maurice, who had been conducting “Business” in Downham Market that morning. So it was that 11 of us seeked out a shady table at Violet’s Tea room by the old windmill for an efficiently served refresher.

The Boss

Despite being 25km up river from Lynn, such is the flatness of this part of Norfolk that Denver Sluice controls the water levels between the tidal and non-tidal stretches of the Great Ouse, The tidal mudbanks on one side of the sluice being clearly visible from the road. The original sluice was built in 1651 by the Dutch architect Cornelius Vermuyden as part of the ongoing project to drain the fens (at least Wiki says “built” – I doubt that he personally built it).

The temperature continued to climb as we rolled along the relentless and traffic free Ten Mile Bank, mostly below river level and thankfully still with the wind. It seemed like an age before we rounded Littleport and headed down to Queen Adelaide, Ely and traffic. The trip plan continued to hold together well and we were able to get into Peacocks cafe without having been able to pre book. The relaxed service allowed us to appreciate some of the features of this little gem of a venue – even to the point of garden tours for some ! It was at Ely that Simon and “the Boss” left the ride.

Peacocks, Ely

Possibly due to the elevated temperatures, post lunch lassitude or just not having to negotiate traffic most of the day it came as a wake up call when an oncoming car asserted their right of way by not letting a Windmiller cross the road in front of them – fortunately the only damage being dented ear drums from their car horn. Luckily for us, the ride then continued on a quiet cycle path for a few kilometres, progress being slightly impeded by the rippled and distorted surface.

Wicken Fen

Despite pleas to the contrary, the ride continued past the cafe at Wickham Fen across the unpaved Lode way heading for Anglessy Abbey where we finally stopped for the last refreshment break. From here we were once more engaging with the busyness and traffic lights that is Cambridge City. Eventually we made it to the station where the party started to fragment, with Rod heading home via train, others via cars parked at the park and ride, or directly home by bike for Ric, Brian, Jeremy, Alan and Graham.

Anglessey Abbey

An excellent, long and slightly unusual adventure for the Windmill club. Special thanks to Brian and Jeremy for instigating. Fears for ebike battery life turning out to be unfounded !

The route, with the

Deborah, Roger, Rod, Brian, Jeremy, Charles, Graham, Ric and Alan with guest appearances from Simon and Maurice.

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Essex Fuller Street

The Only Way is Essex

Windmillers are very familiar with the north west corner of Essex. Some, indeed, call it home, and hardly a month goes by without the peloton visiting Saffron Walden, Thaxted or Finchingfield. So it’s always good to get out and explore the further reaches of the county, in particular, its many inlets and estuaries, courtesy of Martin, who swears he’s from Sussex but who seems to have native knowledge of these parts.

Most years Martin organises a bike ‘n boat trip to Brightlingsea, but it’s been nigh on three years since he took us to Heybridge Basin, a visit of mixed fortunes with Mike, poor chap, ending up in hospital, and Maurice, lucky man, trousering a £20 note he found lying in the road.

Ready for the off

So, looking forward to a long overdue and, hopefully hospital-free, return visit, eleven Windmillers gathered at The Square and Compasses in the tiny hamlet of Fuller Street ready for Martin to lead us coastwards. The route took us along quiet roads hedged with early summer flowers and, it seemed in no time, we were pulling in at Heybridge Basin where we sat on the terrace of the Lock Tearoom overlooking the Blackwater Estuary. What a delightful spot.

Dockside at Heybridge Basin

The return leg commenced with a two mile ride along the Chelmer & Blackwater Navigation Canal to Maldon and along its bustling High Street.

Not far from our destination we paused to admire the beautiful village of Terling, once famous for its International Trifle Festival, though that, alas, seems to have lapsed in recent years.

Saints and sinners at All Saints, Terling

Back at the pub we cooled off with some excellent beer and enjoyed a very convivial lunch.

Cheers!

For the record the peloton comprised: Andrew, Brian, Graham, Iain, Jeremy, MartinB, MartinW, Paul, Rach, Rod and Simon – and our thanks go to Martin for organising such a splendid trip.

34 miles clockwise from Fuller Street

Brian