A gallant group of seven (some may say the magnificent seven) set off northbound, avoiding the other faster groups by keeping to the east bank of the Severn. The Sandhurst lane surface is in need of attention, so caution and calls of ‘holes’ were frequent. But it is still a nice way out of town – despite the deceased fox cub, a life cut short by the motorcar.
The A38 provided a good tailwind to the turning to Wainlodes, where we said goodbye to Marie. Down to the dirty half-dozen, onwards through the bends and the exciting descent to the river bank. Then over the mighty Severn to take a surprise 2nd right turn in Tirley – avoiding the main road climb and opting for a similar ascent on a tiny lane. At the top it was left, meandering along and another surprise left to top Tirley Knoll and back to the B road. Here we tasted the headwind to the Corse Lawn road, and right onto a magnificent surface, downhill with a tailwind once more. Jim decided to play chicken with a motor – but it was some way away.
Another surprise left onto Drinkers End, a sheltered and little used cut-through, always a delight. We then made our way back to the Corse Lawn road, took a left and then another surprise 2nd left., much to the consternation of the group. I do believe no-one had used this road except the ride leader – not even our long-time resident Theo. Guesses as to where it was ending up were way off the mark – but soon it became clear: back on the Corse Lawn road.
It was left (to repeat a section just travelled (does that mean a minus point for the leader, or bonus point for cunning?) and immediately right to take the lane ever slightly down after a little up, to arrive at Chaceley church: Jim now knew where he was, much to everyone’s surprise. It was then the usual route to Forthampton, Bushley Green and Tewkesbury – back into our Shire. Café chocolate was gained bang on 11am, ahead of the B riders. Bikes were stowed in the secret back yard and we dashed upstairs to secure the area. It was not long before the faster riders joined us – and filled the floor. What a racket! All due respect to the staff, orders quickly delivered and consumed.
Once the mine-sweeping of uneaten cakes was complete (the Captain taking full advantage) the lunch crew of eight set off north – soon to go astray, confusion caused by an over-eager MT. A tour of Morisons car park soon got us onto the old railway / cycle path, then through the industrial estate – to a gaggle of multi-directional temporary traffic lights which slowed progress. Over the level crossing with, Emma reported, a speeding train heading towards us – all over safely before the gates came down. Then back into Worcestershire and Kemerton. Here more unusual turns to take in new roads for many, including the Overbury – Conderton hilly circuit – giving access to wonderful buildings and views. Then the little used lane down to the Teddington RaB and back into our Shire once more.
A half mile of A435 to take the first left into the village, and beyond to Alstone, then up and over to Dixton, then Gotherington. The new estates have almost linked this fine village with Bishop’s Cleve – maybe the largest village in the land?
Here MT went astray. We sent Tesh to track him down and continued to Woodmancote, then Southam where we were reunited. A mile or so down the B4632 to take yet another surprise left turn: this ended in a farmyard – but a perfectly cyclable bridleway meant there was no embarrassing u-turn required. A little confused at the next tarmacked road, the leader went left. After a while and going ever up – with the concerning view of the radio masts atop Cleeve Common getting closer, it was clear this was not the intended way. A u-turn was required – but no matter, another road not travelled can be ticked off / marked in yellow highlighter. So back down, and working along more tiny roads we popped out in Prestbury – back on track. So directly to The Hewlett Arms for a rest and refreshments. Joined by Nev (‘2 wheels good, 4 wheels better?’) it was an enjoyable break.
The route home was generally straight forward, allowing for an unusual turn in Cheltenham which turned out well; then through Tivoli, Warden Hill and Cold Pool Lane – thwarted by a properly closed road with a guard. The Reddings called, then Churchdown and splits for home in different parts of the city. Another lovely day out. 62 miles give or take. Average speed of no consequence. No mechanicals.