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Sunday 27th September Long Ride to Mevagissey
Sep 28, 2015, 11:14 pm

Mevagissey Riders 27 September 2015

There were a large number of wheelers waiting at HQ on this sunny morning. The intilektul ones were going on a guided ride along the Mineral Tramway starting at Devoran. Obviously I couldn’t be one of those because I can’t spell intellectual! That left 8 of us to set off for todays chosen destination of Mevagissey.

Instead of taking the outward ride via the King Harry ferry, we rode towards Truro taking in Carnon Downs where Robin and I were nearly obliterated by a double decker bus. I think I can hear whispers of- hope it gets them next time!

After Thursdays meeting discussion about riding etiquette, and on entering the Ladock valley it was decided to ride 2 abreast (2 a tit in old money). We cruised along in a tight pack and didn’t encounter any problems with traffic coming from behind us and I think everybody felt safe and protected in this formation especially after the bus incident. Our ride continued through Fraddon, Indian Queens, St Dennis and into the clay country.

After Whitemoor we gently climbed up onto Hensbarrrow Downs and this led to a fast sweeping descent down into St Austell. From here we again rode in 2 abreast formation to Mevagissey and only upsetting one impatient motorist showing his displeasure by blaring his horn which was ignored. Our feedstop was the River Street café where most went for the small or all day breakfasts except for Kiwi Dave who was served last with a humungous large breakfast. Even with the hills we climbed on the way back I think he managed to keep it all down!

The return route took us past Caerhays Castle to Portloe, Veryan and eventually to Philleigh where Robin and I felt the need to rehydrate, twice. Trevarno Dave did join us for a swift half but Victor had to be home for 6 and unable to stop. Victor it was only 2.45, you had 3 hours, you should have faith and trust myself and Robin to get you home on time! After crossing on the ferry we were drawn into the Quay Inn at Devoran to supp some bass in the afternoon sun. A perfect way to end a perfect day. 71 miles for me.

Ian Ian

P.S. As there isn’t a planned destination for next Sundays ride and its the Lands End 100 maybe we could ride west, perhaps St Ives or Mousehole, and support the riders who have entered this sportive, including Liz and Paula who are riding the shorter distance.

 


The Club 100 miler
Sep 25, 2015, 7:03 pm

It was a Autumnal day that greeted us as 7 cycles met at Gweek which of course meant 8 riders. After waitng a while to see if any one else arrived we set off up chapel hill to Farms Crossing, and on to Carnall Green. Just past Baripper we turned left to Penponds and then along some narrow lane toward Kehheland guess what hills and more hills oh well this is Yorkshire “Oh no it isn’t”. We came out near hells mouth the café was open but on we went Round St Ives the hilly way where Trevano Dave joined us and so on to Lands End. Oh yes we stopped at Guarnards Head For a coffee and a brownie!! We continued passed Lands End airport where we noticed all of Cornwall Constabulary’s vehicles parked up! they were probably on a day trip to the Scilly’s. Then we headed back to Moushole, did you no there is a nice little hill at Penberth.

We arrived at our destined lunch stop in Moushole Where upon Lord Aldis did forthwith summon the serving wenches to immediately serve him apple pie and custard. Now this being Moushole on a Sunday a certain degree of confusion was forthcoming, this did not deter our Regal Lord who just became louder and louder and demanded apple pie and custard straight away now not later. This set the staff in a complete whirl, all other orders were put to one side, Staff dashed here and there dogs scampered for fear of being trampled under foot. Extra staff were hastened in to tend to the needs of this Royal personage, people arrived from far and wide to be in the presence of one so noble. Eventually peace was resumed the king was fed as were the rest of us, very nice it was too.

We continued on our way Porthleven, Helston to Poldhu where an ice cream was devowed and so back to Gweek. A long but pleasant ride. Oh no it wasn’t etc

Fred


North Country 4 OGIL
Sep 16, 2015, 9:39 pm

Yet again I was early arriving at Union Corner, to expectantly wait for who knows who. Kath was working, Bernie was visiting Pater; but would the prospect of a dry day entice Nigel to join us. A figure I recognised approached the new junction from Trescobeas Road; dressed in black, ninja style, appearing from out of a cloud of tobacco smoke. It was Chris Hosking on his inaugural OGIL ride. Well that made 2 and with another 2 at Halvasso turn, Simon and Bryan. My subliminal messages to Fred were a complete waste of time, but my suggestion of Krowji, as I had to get back early, was readily accepted, even if there was some concern about just how to get there. Across to Bolenowe was straight forward enough and from the suggestion was past Miss Molly’s and cut across the back of Camborne. Well we made it to Roskear, in a round about way, before having to refer to Chris’s digital map. As I was thinking that we could do with Fred’s help his voice came into my head. “Right” said Fred. And so it was to be; across to North Country and Tricky Dickies and there we were at the Melting Pot. Bryan was a little reluctant to go in but under torture confessed that his wife has a studio at Krowji. So Molly joined us for breakfast and ensured that the conversation didn’t fall into the NSFW category. The cheese on toast was enormous.

As I needed to take the cat to the vet in the afternoon, and the hardest part of that is finding the  …. Sweet little thing, I suggested the quick way back; up to Buller Hill and across to Stithians. Simon and Bryan turned off first followed by Chris stopping at Stithians’ shop, leaving me to continue on past deaf tabby cat alley, Halvasso, of course, and home. 36 chilly but dry miles for me, to find the cat hiding under a bush. Dean


The Wheelers Grand Days Out In Yorkshire!!
Sep 14, 2015, 10:07 am

 

Day 6 in the big brother house... 

Rain, relationship commitments, fatigue and disinclination split the group today. 

5 of the people on this cycling holiday were inclined to cycle today. We were lulled into a false sense of security by the weather man promising that it would brighten by lunch time. He lied! Regardless though, we had a lovely, if wet and cold, ride up the Littondale valley to Arncliffe, we climbed steadily up Nab End to Malham cove. It was difficult to enjoy the fast, wet descent into Malham but we were delighted to find the fire lit in the pub when we arrived. After draping our soggy clothes liberally around the pub, most of us partook of a pint of the liquid brown sports drink that has fuelled most of the holiday, and enjoyed a light lunch. It was difficult to don the now warm but still soggy items again but the (illusory) promise of lifting weather and a short blast home spurred us on through Kirby Malham, Hetton, Cracoe to home - dripping but happy. 

Other member of the crew entertained themselves variously by shopping in Skipton, touring Skipton castle, visiting Rippon, and walking up to Malham Cove. 

We're off out for supper to the local hostelry now so I can't promise any more sense will be spoken tonight. Heading home to Cornwall tomorrow after a well organised, challenging, invigorating holiday. Thank you to all those involved in the organisation and planning. 

The people who have cycled all week have accumulated the same ascent as if they had gone up Everest on their bikes - and looking round the room .... it shows! 

 

Day 5 in the big brother house....

           A select group decided that the draw of Harrogate outweighed the delights of cycling today - although they tell me the reality was more disappointing than the anticipation. Credit cards remained relatively unscathed. 

         The rest of us trusted Fred to lead a more civilised ride through the Yorkshire dales. We went to Kettlewell, had a brief detour to look at Linton falls, a coffee break at Bolton Abbey, lunch in Ilkley, Greenhow Hill (the gentle way) and home. It was a delicious lunch stop at the Smoothy cafe in Ilkley (a real gem). We progressed at a pleasant pace and only one really steep climb to reduce the joy (momentarily). The boys even managed to find a pint or 2 of the local brown sports drink before reaching home.
54 miles 5049 feet. 

Another delicious meal of lemon chicken finished off a relaxing, well-paced day.

Day 3 & 4 in the big brother house....
A delightful couple of days with the group splitting various different ways depending on fatigue / fitness and application. 

The truly dedicated cyclists did 2 extremely long challenging days with thousands and thousands of feet of climbing - whoever gave Robin the 'too 100 climbs' book needs shooting.
The highlights: 

Weds - Kettlewell, Park Rash (a vertiginous climb), Gouthwaite reservoir, Pately Bridge, Greenhow Hill, home. 56 miles, 6257 feet climb.

Thurs - Bolton Castle, Reeth, Tan Hill Pub, Ox Nop Scar (another vertiginous climb), Aysgarth, home. 70 miles, 8500 feet climb. 1000 of these feet of climbing were achieved on foot over 4.5 miles of ragged terrain, sometimes carrying their bikes (apparently it was a short cut - why do they trust him?!) 

The more sensible did variations on the above themes, or separate rides all together. Some even walked (when they planned to walk - see above!) or fished.

 

The whole group(ish) rode today from Reeth up the long steady hill to the Tan Hill pub
(the highest pub in England - it's views exceeded its other charms...)
then looped back round via Keld and Thwaite (29 miles) a really stunning loop.
Waving the dedicated off on their return slog before tucking into tea and cake and driving back themselves. 

A delicious roast dinner topped off another great day.




Day 2 in the big brother house....

Yesterday's adventures left a couple of team members fatigued today so we did a staggered start. 8 of us set off from the luxury accommodation up the valley to Kettlewell, took a left at Buckden and started our first long initially gentle eventually steep climb up Fleet Moss (the 1st 'top 100' of the day). The views were...... ABSENT! We whistled down the descent, barely able to see where we were going through the mist / fogged glasses into Hawes.

Carol Pullen's photo.Carol Pullen's photo.After tea and delicious cake in Hawes we set off with 3 more team members along the Wensleydale valley to Askrigg, where we turned left and started another long, and at times steep climb over Ox Nop scar (our 2nd 'top 100' today) into Swaledale. A gentle climb through the valley presented our lunch stop opportunity in Thwaite. The pub/cafe combo gave 2 team members the opportunity to have their first 2 pints of brown liquid 'sports' drink in preparation for the third 'top 100' climb up Buttertubs. This Tour de France climb had some short sharp treats to keep the boys happy, and was luckily shorter than the first climb and was relatively easily achieved by everyone. There was a wonderful sweeping descent back into Hawes. The 3 joiners left the team for a lift home, and 3 of the original starters cadged a lift to the top of this morning’s climb (it's demoralising to know exactly how steep and painful the approaching climb is!). They waited here for the 5 die-hards, who climbed the hardest and highest rated climb of the day. Once they had regrouped they all continued on the long enjoyable descent all the way home - well, some of us came home... Some had to have a little more brown 'recovery' drink in a local hostelry (or 2). The die-hards rode 55 miles, ascended 5869 feet, and spent 3308 calories, the first split rode 51 miles (4800 feet) and the second split rode 20 miles (3000 feet) - luckily we had a delicious spaghetti bolognaise waiting for us on our return. A good day was had by all. Tom commends the bike shop in Skipton (Chevin cycles) for superb, good value service - hopefully we won't need to visit them again....


Day 1 in the big brother house....

Some of the team had a ride yesterday (see separate report) but the whole group, 16 of us, set off this morning in the glorious sunshine. Robin outlined a delightful route starting at out from our luxury barn accommodation up the Littondale valley climbing steadily past Halton Gill to a shoulder beside pen-y-Ghent (approx. 650m) before a long sweeping descent to Settle. 20 miles in we stopped for an early, delicious, lunch in the 'Old Naked Man' in Settle. We were hoping for a sight of naked old men but no luck! The group split 50:50 after lunch with one group taking the supposed flatter route around the valley bottoms (Airton / Grassington / home - via a tea shop). This group had a couple of mechanicals (Tom's chainset parted company from his bike and Sonjia had a 'P' - abbot repaired by Tom) but apparently the cream tea was delicious! (Approx. 45 miles) The other half accepted the challenge of trying 2 of the 'top 100 climbs' (Langcliffe Scar and Malham cove, and several other climbs in between - the best incline 1in 4). They had a much steeper, but slightly shorter, return home through stunning scenery (approx. 42 miles) The pub in Malham supplied a couple of pints of brown sports drink half way round this route, but the pub in Litton let the team down by being closed! A couple of the truly dedicated cycled a few extra miles further to get their liquid replacement therapy.... A delightful first day, rounded off by delicious fish pie and pineapple surprise with lots of wine.

 

 Amanda Bramwell's photo.

 

 


Well done Martyn and Trevor
Sep 14, 2015, 9:57 am

Fal Wheeler's photo.



Fal Wheeler's photo.


Always look on the bright side
Sep 9, 2015, 10:27 pm

Mystic Meg said that it would be “pleasantly warm sitting in the sun”. And well it might, and for a few minutes, if you forgot the 20 knot wind, it was.

Trevor was sitting forlornly on the kerb at Union Corner, and being unusually early I joined him to watch the driving manners of those bringing the new road layout to a full stop. So there we were when Kath arrived and reminded us that the plan was to go cycling. Bryan and Bernie awaited us at Halvasso turn; Bernie just to keep Bryan company and to tell us that he wasn’t allowed out today. No one objected to my suggestion of Porthtowan but with no Fred to lead us it was going to tax my navigation skills to get there. We started well; right at the main road and immediately left, along a bit and right; where we met a visitor on a Brompton out for a morning spin. Leaving him at the Greek Church it was a fairly straightforward route, which means I only led them astray a couple or three times before we dropped down the hill into Porthtowan. The sun was doing its best to come out and to show gratitude we sat outside. Today it was eggs on toast that got the majority vote with only Kath showing loyalty to the bacon bap. Fred is away; we haven’t seen Martyn out with the OGIL since his trip to France; and the other bunch are in Yorkshire, so we had plenty to talk about.

As we set off for the return Trevor wanted to say hello to Rose hill, so we said goodbye to him and headed up the valley to Scorrier, accompanied by Mr Headwind and his big brother, Max. Whether Bryan got fed up with waiting or decided to turn off, I know not but Mawla was the last sighting, although I fully expected him to be at Lanner Hill when we finally arrived. Stithians, Longdowns and Halvasso brought Kath and myself back to town where the sun may have been loitering all morning. 43 miles for me. Dean


To hel(ston) and back.
Sep 3, 2015, 10:30 am

One of my birthday presents, this morning, was a book entitled “Fifty places to bike before you die”. A quick check showed that Helston boating lake was not one of them so seemed a safe bet for the OGIL ride. I also thought Blue Bar but the sky looked anything but blue towards the North coast and it was already raining. A lovely surprise though at Union Corner, in the shape of Silvia, out for her first OGIL encounter; with an ulterior motive I later learned but will keep to myself. TD had already texted to say that he was half way to Spain before we met up with Fred and Brian at Halvasso Parkway, so admin complete and Fred firmly in charge we made our way to Helston, via Trevarno. I did suggest that as TD was away we could break in to his house and go skinny dipping in the pool, but there were no takers.

Apart from the weather, the only other disappointment of the ride was that the café had run out of duck food; our feathered friends would have to go hungry, so we sat outside, under the overhang, to make sure they could see us partaking of the usual. The occasional showers became more of an occasion so the general vote was to have a second drink as we watched the solitary family laden canoe set off across the lake. “We have come all this way on holiday and you ARE going to enjoy it”.

Apart from traffic queues in Helston there was nothing of exceptional interest on the route back, with Brian turning off at Wendron cricket club and Fred at Halvasso turn. So unexceptional it was, in fact, that Mr Garmin turned himself off at some point so I can only guess that we did about 36 miles. But at least the sun was out when I got home, and the rest of my birthday to enjoy. Dean


Good Golly!
Aug 28, 2015, 10:43 am

“Miss Molly’s?” suggested Ian, who had turned up at Union Corner with his onesie. “Miss Molly’s?” suggested Fred when Ian, Bernie, Ray and myself reached the other place. “Miss Molly’s?” texted TD as we climbed to Halvasso. This telepathy is beginning to work. Spooky! Perhaps one day soon I will have no more use for Mystic Meg; and with her accuracy at weather forecasting recently, it can’t come a day too soon. Today’s 49% chance of rain was way off mark. TD was, however, spot on; intercepting the other OGIL at Crowan. A diversion sign at Praze was quietly ignored and it was an almost traffic free ride from there through to Camborne, only to be foxed by the closure of the entrance to Dolcoath Road.

Smiling faces greeted us to Miss Molly’s and orders taken, retaken, and further clarified, we settled down to good old OGIL conversation. Simon’s recent trip to the mountains steered the conversation to new heights.

A very, very, light shower tried to put a spoiler on the ride home but we were having none of it. Simon, Brian, and TD peeled off in that order, leaving just Ian, Fred and myself to say goodbye to Ray at Crane garage, as he returns to England on Saturday. 36 miles for me, and not a bleep from Mr Garmin. - Dean


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