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.

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.

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.




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.

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:

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