Nine riders set off from the Square in sunny but cool conditions. Our lady rider called it a day just over the first bridge crossing the Severn – a planned abandonment, I hasten to add! The remaining eight continued to Maisemore and took the first opportunity to enter the lanes, then up to the heights of Woolridge Hill where splendid views to the north were presented. This was the main climb of the day, the remaining undulations being mere pimples by comparison. From the top, it was the traditional long descent to Hartpury, Ashleworth and the Great House – observing much ponding in the fields, now traditional at this time of year. The roads were moist but passable without issue. The mystery route continued north to Tirley Cross, Chaceley and Forthampton for our next minor upwards slope. Happily warmed, we crossed the border into Worcestershire for a few miles, enjoying the wonderful descent from Bushley Green to Bushley. Those paying attention marvelled at the sight of Tewkesbury Abbey in the distance – and thus unravelled the mystery destination. Crossing back into our home shire at Mythe Bridge ( a magnificent iron structure by Telford) we gained the fair town of Tewkesbury.
Coffee #1 was the original target, but a fellow cyclist advised against due to the long delay in being served. All other nice options being closed, we found sanctuary in The Royal Hop Pole. Service was rapid but not 100%, with one rider, having paid and declined the receipt, failing to have his order delivered. Discussions with staff ended in ‘computer says no’. Lesson: always take the receipt! Cheap and ‘cheerful’ is the mark here, confirming the saying ‘you get what you pays for’ (well, except for one!).
Down to seven riders, the half-fed rider having departed early for a direct rush home, the rest meandered with ease and certainty through a series of improbable turns to emerge on track (cycle track) to take the lane to Walton Cardiff, then the motorway bridges to Treddington, Hardwicke, Piffs Elm and safely to Boddington, Being such a nice day and such a short ride, the Barrow loop was enjoyed. A call to take the bypass at Staverton, past the church and a soggy, gritty, muddy road leading to a soggy, gritty muddy track, was called and heeded. All riders survived, although their steeds would need a good rinse on arrival at home!Another rider cut for home; six set off for Gloucester city and the Pelican, although another two parted ways. On arrival, the pub was at bursting point, so to Angie’s Bar on Bull Lane, where the upstairs room was available and beers were consumed.
40 miles, all in sunshine; most roads wet. No mechanicals.