Welcome to Falmouth Wheelers
Ed's Mulled Wine and Mince Pie
Five of us slightly slower Wheelers enjoying coffee and cake over at Higher Lanner farm (the speedy people left us some!) Liz
Wheelers Christmas Party
Thursday15th 8.00 at Woodlane
Golden Spoke Awards
KK's Christmas Raffle ( Remember to wrap prizes )
Chris's Christmas Disco
Bring your plate of food, contact Sonjia for the food list.
As suggested at the last meeting the 10.00 o'clock rides
will start again on the 11th dec.
If enough ride at this time this will continue for the winter months.
Dec 7, 2016, 9:01 pm
On what is most likely to be recorded as the warmest December day, ever, I was surprised that Bernie was the only Wheeler waiting at Union Corner this morning. I know that Phil1 was sulking over being left behind last week but where was Admiral? Had Sonjia and Kath taken the Government’s advice, to “keep all birds indoors”, too literally? The contingent at the other place made up for the lack of Falmouth support though. Mat turned up, but having been only let out for an hour he only stayed with us until Long Downs. We waited for a while to see whether the M&Ms were joining us, but they weren’t, and then we were off, Bryan arriving just in time to turn round and go back the way he had come. We were off to Penrose Kitchen, near Shortlanes End. Fred and Simon were in a relaxed mood about the route, accepting variations as we went; Greek Church, Burncoose, Gwennap, Twelveheads, Dangerous Crossing and Truro airport. Mr Garmin chortled contently as we traversed new lanes. I was less pleased as most of them were up hill. The “quiet lanes” around Tregavethan were not interrupted by the purring of the pre war open-topped Rolls Royce that gently made its way through the dappled sunlight. At around a £250K it was probably one of the hospital consultants taking a few minutes out from a busy morning at the Duchy.
The new owners of the Penrose Kitchen were as welcoming as on previous visits and deserve to succeed. Orders taken we settled down to enjoy the usual top rate OGIL banter. Ed’s Mince Pie ride, the opening night of the Panto and “what’s happened to such and such” were discussed at depth. As was the curious taste of the jug of “tap water” placed on the table. I thought it was TCP, others, just P. Perhaps it was especially for Fred to ensure that his voice lasted the evening performance.
There is a simple route back from the café; up to the village and then down the cycle track that follows the main road into Truro. As a change we continued down to the Law Courts, where Bryan left us, and then dropped down to the Piazza, walking under the underpass to join the cycle route via Newham. At one point a woman complained that we shouldn’t be cycling on the path, which is a change from motorists who tell us we should be, but I tended to agree with her; as part of the National Cycling Network it is woefully inadequate at this point. But after a more pleasant beat along the old railway we eventually re-joined the road at Calenick.
After Playing Place we dropped down to Quenchwell, where, rather than taking the more direct route, Keith turned back towards Devoran, whilst we tackled Grenna lane, though Simon avoided the hillier parts. At Perranwell TD and myself left Bernie and Fred to turn down to Perranarworthal and home via Hangman’s hill and Hill Head. A very pleasant 38 miles for me.
ps. For those that hadn’t twigged it, the photo is a “Dame on a bike”.
Dec 7, 2016, 8:19 pm
We have recieved an e-mail from Fred Mitchell concerning holding a stage of the Tour of Britain in Cornwall in 2019/20. The organisers would want a stage to finish in Plymouth or Exeter, it would cost upwards of £200k to hold the event but this would be shared with the finishing city, the average financial benefit last year was around 4.1 million. More details at next weeks meeting if anyone wishes to have input to the authorities looking at it.
Eddie's ride. " Race to the cakes"
Dec 5, 2016, 12:02 pm
What a cracking day!
Photos of Wendy and her wonderful cakes and greedy Falmouth Wheelers (always first to arrive when mention of food!)
Dec 1, 2016, 11:23 am
Well, even in Cornwall there has to be a few cooler days, and Mystic Meg was spot on by suggesting that it would be Sunny but Cold. But a reasonable turnout at Union Corner, considering the numbers who had already requested leave of absence, and three more at the other place, nine in total. As a special treat for TD, who was one of those at Halvasso turn, he was given a chance to suggest our destination, but his choice was, of course, ignored and we set off, generally, in the Porkellis direction. I followed, trusting that all would be revealed at some stage. There was a fair bit of frost about, and in the sun the roads glistened at times but all was well. There was a touch of déjà vu when we turned right at Treswithian and headed towards the Crematorium but by now I had realised we were heading to Tehidy.
The car park was full, but the café was empty, and it was soon clear that this was because it was warmer outside than in. But being Wheelers we stayed. Past enquiries had determined that although the will serve toast and also an egg bap, they will not serve eggs on toast, so I had to make do with cake, and chose the largest slice they had as consolation. Simon’s request for a sausage bap also fell upon deaf ears and he had to make do with soup, although this did get a thumbs up, once it arrived. I have made no notes about the conversation, as I couldn’t tell whether the others were talking or it was chattering of teeth.
The route back is straightforward; backtrack, turn left at the air memorial and through to Roskear, past Miss Molly’s, where no doubt there would have been a roaring wood burner to sit by, Brae village, and then turn on to the cycle path. So, just where Sonija led the three boys astray I know not, but suffice to say, after some of us had waited, and waited, in the cold, at Carnkie, message came through that they had already passed through Four lanes. As try as we might we could not catch them and, I am afraid, Raymondo, Phil1 and TD were left to their own fate. Simon turned off in Stithians, Keith a little while later and after escorting Bernie home Mike and I continued, once again through Halvasso and home. 41 miles for me. Dean
Nov 27, 2016, 8:09 pm
Unusually, our destination last Wednesday had been agreed in advance. Now that should have been a bonus as the day was raw and not one for hanging around for a chat. But being creatures of habit and with a group of 13 of us coming together at the other place it was “business as usual”. That was until we had to get moving to unblock the road.
The OGILs were riding over to Trewithen Downs to pay our last respects to Alan. Thanks to Fred’s uncanny knack to be anywhere at a certain time by bike we arrived spot on time at the crematorium via Jim’s old house, Porkellis, Crowan, Barripper, and the Choughs. Unfortunately Mike had to turn back early due to the cold but Ian joined us when we arrived.
This was probably the first funeral any of us had attended in our lycra but we were warmly received by a good number of other more soberly attired Wheelers in a packed crematorium with many standing. There were too many of us to name everyone here. Alan was one of the original Wheelers. His other sport was golf. He loved music and many of us were taken back to the 60’s as Jimi Hendrix filled the chapel with “The wind cries Mary” before we filed out to Pink Floyd and “Shine on you crazy diamond”.
We spared the Golf Club the sight of too many Wheelers in lycra and nipped over to Miss Molly’s for some hot food and, in tribute to Alan, cake. It wasn’t long before the usual bout of banter broke out, particularly since we had some new OGILs joining us, Robin and Ian. (They like to think they’re not old enough to join us but it comes to us all in the end.) As wakes go I’m sure Alan would have approved.
The usual ride home below Carn Brea to Brea village was nearly marred by a very close call between Bernie and a very dozy Mercedes emerging without looking. With an impressive piece of bike handling aided by his left leg in the air a nasty collision was avoided. The group then started to split in Carnkie as some of the usual suspects deviated off to the pub at Piece to continue the wake. A certain person then rode off to join the after dark ride to a further hostelry, but that be hearsay. A memorable day and about 32 miles for myself.
Look Out St Ives FW’s Are Coming.
Nov 24, 2016, 11:15 am
On the way to HQ I was a bit chilly but the weather was good. Quite a number of Wheelers were out today and we split into three groups. I decided to go to St Ives with the boys and Amanda as they promised to look after Sylvia and me. We set off at a steady pace towards Halvasso and soon reached Porkellis. Sylvia and I always had a few following at the rear so we never got left behind and we even found we had enough breath left to chat. The roads were surprisingly good with just one or two places where we came across some gravel. Things were going along swimmingly until Ben had a puncture. Robin, Ian and Dene stayed with him while Trevor led the rest of us on towards St Ives – we thought they would soon catch us up. As we approached Lelant, Sylvia decided to head back home as her shoulder started to play up (she’s ok now). It was a race down into St Ives with me now at the back of the pack but Phil Eagles kept me in his sights and made sure I was on the right track. We went to the usual watering hole – the Balcony Bar – and then Robin & Co turned up. There was lots of chatter whilst we ate our breakfasts and I was delighted to hear that Trevor was quite the little twinkle toe, as I’m looking for a dance partner. We had a little twirl so watch this space! We headed back through Lelant, Hayle and Connor Downs and passing Trevaskis Farm a sign said “Road Closed” but we carried on anyway only to find it truly was. We went along a very muddy track, much to Amanda’s delight, but had to turn back and cycle along the main road for a short distance. The group stayed together until we were approaching Carnmenellis where Trevor turned off, then, at Penmarth a few thirsty souls headed to the Star Inn while the rest of us headed home. I can honestly say it was a brilliant ride and thanks to everyone for kindly slowing up their pace so I could tag along. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and hope to ride again with you sometime. A very respectable 58 miles for me.
Nov 17, 2016, 10:47 am
I was late again, but just in time to see three OGIL making their way up Kergilliack Road. With a bit of effort I could catch them up. I didn’t. So I had to guess just who amongst the many at the other place had been amongst those three. Certainly, Sonjia, in her unmistakeable red coat, and Phil1, so I guess the third had been Bernie. Anyone else would have given me a couple of more minutes at the start. It was rumoured that Emma had also been amongst them but had gone on ahead. A sensible thing to do. Sonjia, it seems, had been thrown out of the VOGIL group for leaving Mr G behind last week, so had come cap in hand back to the OGIL. Simon agreed she could accompany us, provided that she stayed at the back and didn’t cause trouble. There was a 50% chance she could comply. I had been sending subliminal messages to Fred since I set out so was not surprised when he suggested Helston Boating lake and as I sent my text to TD the M&Ms turned up. It was to be a straightforward route there, out to Gweek, up through the Trelowarren estate, out to Cury Cross Lanes and then back to Helston via Culdrose. I was pleased to see our dear friend climbing the hill just before the estate entrance, on her way to get her paper in the village, so stopped for a brief chat. Bernie needed to be back early so decided to give the café stop a miss, continuing on past Sainsbury’s, and I did for a moment wonder if this was a group decision as the others later veered across Meneage Road to stop outside the Cycle Logic shop. Whilst the majority studied the new range of Giant bikes on offer, Sonjia took the opportunity to quiz the staff over the source of the “ding” emitted by her velocipede at irregular intervals. Being highly trained technicians they quickly ruled out her earrings and suspenders but, as far as I know, could not completely eliminate all other possibilities. For some weeks Phil3 has been rehearsing his arguments in favour of purchasing another bike so was keen to discuss the pros and cons of a number of models, but it was Phil1 who was to be seen later going out for a trial ride. We will have to wait and see if either household gets a visit from Santa next month.
The tufted ducks are back on the lake for the winter, together with some Canada geese, so, with a good number of swans, other ducks and seagulls of various breeds, it was quite busy. The café less so. We spread over two tables and a certain stoker, who will remain anonymous, was heard to say that she didn’t like to sit on the same table as me as I took note of what was said for the ride report. So, mum is the word, and very nearly the condition of the waitress who brought our food. I will just point out that we almost got through the whole ride without anyone mentioning Brexit, but then Fred had to raise the subject when we stopped at Crane garage, nearly home. Bryan, Simon and the tandem had turned off by then and with Keith and Sonjia heading straight down to Penryn, it left only Fred, the two Phils and myself to take another look at Halvasso before heading home. Even with the tour of the Cycle Logic showrooms it was still only 1.30pm and nearly 38 miles for me. Dean
Intermediate Ride 13th Nov
Nov 15, 2016, 6:35 pm
When Victor and I arrived at HQ, Clare was beginning to wonder if she would be riding solo as it was 8.50 and no one else had arrived, then a steady flow of cyclists arrived including a new rider Ian, who has just moved to Falmouth, we said we would be back lunchtimish , I was trying to think of somewhere we hadnt been for a while and settled on Porthtowan, the long ride was going to Newquay, Sylvia asked what the route to Porthtowan would be, well, as our usual route masters had abandond us, we planned a route that started with the (un)popular climb up Truro Hill. Along suicide alley, the lovely quiet lanes to Chacewater, then at Blackwater a group of One and All riders caught us, Clare said it felt like being caught by the peloton, lucky for us they turned left, possibly heading to Portreath, We pushed on toward Mount Hawke, where due to it being such a lovely day, the M&Ms talked some the group into a few extra miles around St Agnes Beacon, the ones who were looking forward to coffee and the need for the loo headed straight to Porthtowan via Mingoose, with Richard leading us on another new road for me, with a nasty little sting in the tail. I was glad to arrive at Porthtowan, but sad to see our usual cafe was closed, so Food and drinks ordered at the Blue Bar, sitting in the sunshine, we were joined by Red Leader and Barbara. As our drinks arrived so did the rest of our group, who opted to sit inside. The groups headed back via different routes and at different times. We took the middle route, a very scenic route up through the valley, where we had planned to get to Scorrier, some did, but we followed the wrong blue jacketed rider and ended up back at Blackwater, where phone calls were made and then we did all meet up again at Scorrier, then riding through Trethurgy Martyn told Margaret and me about an article in the audax magazine where they said they were looking for 'fit men cyclists' we both said in perfect unison 'so are we', apparently over 80s for research, I suggested Don would be perfect. The ride went on until we arrived at the top of Lanner hill, then the fast run down to Stithians, where I assured Ian, that we were nearly home, he joined us for the usual run back to Penryn and we made sure he headed in the right direction to get back to home, he said he would come again as he had enjoyed the scenic route.
A ride of 40ish miles, slightly late back 1-30. Due to long wait at cafe.
Riders, Clare, Teresa, Martyn, Margaret, Liz, Sylvia, Sonjia, Ian, Richard 74, Helston Trevor, Phil, Mike, Victor, Caroline.
To Surf City and back - Long Ride 13th Nov. 2016
Nov 15, 2016, 6:28 pm
The weather was looking good with light winds and warm occasional sunshine for the time of year. A good day to be out on the bicycle. Along with Fred, Ben, Robin, Jim, Ian, riding single speed, Phil4, Emma, Amanda and long distance Dean we left a busy HQ . So it was off to Newquay today, it’s become quite a regular destination lately. The route was out to Devoran and along toward Bissoe and up over past Wheal Jane to Dangerous Crossing. From there it was across to Mount Hawk and on towards St Agnes although I think Robin had Porthtowen in mind but was outwitted when he stopped and we carried on. Nothing too exciting as we progressed on through Perranporth, regrouping at the top of the hill. We turned off to head to Cubert and paused at a layby to observe the 2 minutes silence for Remembrance Sunday. Whist waiting Robin found a nice piece of aluminium but couldn’t work out what it was for, it was passed around but no one had a sensible answer. At 11.00 Dean turned on the radio on his phone so we could listen in to last post from the Cenotaph. A peaceful spot to remember by. Duty over it was time we headed on to Newquay via Cubert and Crantock
Dean left us at the as we arrived at the Cake on the Corner heading for somewhere further north, does he ever stop! Lunches were ordered and Amanda did her food swops and Emma had some exotic eggs. Freshly made mince pies were brought out but we failed to get any complimentary ones.
It was difficult to get moving again but I think the call of the bar was motivation enough for some.
We left Newquay on the road towards St Columb Minor then out passed the airport and across the A39 at the roundabout turning right to Ruthvoes and on to Indian Queens.
It was then off down the Ladock Valley where Robin, Phil and Ben quickly disappeared into the distance, nice to see Ben getting enthusiastic with his new purchase from Robin.
Into Truro and the usual dicing with traffic to get across the roundabouts and up to Arch Hill.
On down the old road and up to the garage at Playing Place where we parted company, Fred going his way home, Robin, Phil4, Ian and Ben off to get rehydrated whilst Emma, Amanda, Jim and I off down to the bypass and home. 63 miles for me, and lots of hills as usual.
A great day out with great weather and company and food.
A trip to Lilly the Pinks
Nov 9, 2016, 10:59 pm
We plump, we plump, we plump,
For Donald the Trump, the Trump, the Trump,
The saviour of our human r a ace, …..
There were several other appropriate songs to start this report, but with a cold northerly headwind and rain forecast, where else to head to but Lilly the Pinks aka Smokie Joes.
Was it the poor weather report or an exciting all night election broadcast that resulted in just Phil1 and myself at Union Corner and Bryan, Simon and Phil3 at the other place? Fortunately the M&Ms turned up as I was texting our destination.
There seemed to be some measure of indecisiveness circulating the planet in the ether as we took an even more zig-zag route than normal. Floods at Halvasso caused the first diversion, then it was out to Greek Church before cutting back to Penhalvean, out to Buller Hill and down into the Redruth town traffic. It would have been a great route to Portreath but we eventually turned off to North Country and down the cycle track coming out at Scorrier.
LtP’s was as busy as ever but we just about squeezed into a corner to be waited upon by a young lady who had just about squeezed into her Smokie Joe’s staff tee shirt. Cake orders were jettisoned for more seasonal dishes. I was more interested in listening to ABBA and other top hits than to follow the general conversation but I did note that the US election was mentioned, as was the Dartmoor Classic, Simon’s adventures in facebookland, and I think I heard Martyn whisper that he was hoping to get the Moulton Annual for Christmas.
It was almost a record café stop, 60+ minutes, but eventually we had to leave and face the trip back. As we prepared to do so the VOGIL group came puffing and panting up the hill from Dales, also intent on a Smokie Joe’s breakfast. We came across Mr Gunner a little later, a little peeved that the others had left him behind. This being a family webpage I cannot repeat his exact words.
Both Bryan and Simon left us at Lanner Hill, just as the heavens opened and the rest of us scuttled to shelter be side a building. It only lasted a few moments though and we were on our way again. The M&Ms carried straight on as we turned up towards Deaf Cat Alley, and Phil3 turned off at Mawnan Crossroads. 37 miles for me and I saw Don M and Jim on the Penryn bypass later. Don waiting impatiently near the top as Jim fixed a mechanical further down. Dean