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C'est si bon, OGIL say this in France
Sep 13, 2017, 11:04 pm

What is blue at one end, yellow at the other and red in the middle? Todays OGIL “peloton”. That is Simon and Mike 2 at the front, me in the middle and Mike and John following up the rear. Today was National Cycle to work day but there was little evidence of this, just the usual lady cyclist we meet along the road towards Treverva, so where were the half a million bikes that have been bought under the bike to work scheme? Not many to be seen on our ride today, and that’s for sure.

Simon said he had given some serious thought to today’s route but I think he just picked up the subliminal messages I had been giving out “Helston boating lake”. Not very awe inspiring, I know, but wait and see.

Whilst waiting at the other place, Emma came along but we were unable to persuade her to join us. Another new bike, Emma? Well, that’s just 499,999 to account for.

I felt quite confident pulling out on to the main road at Longdowns for the little climb up to Crane garage. You see I have bought a natty little bar end mirror from Evans Cycles. It’s a sturdy little thing, said to have been designed by BMW, doesn’t flap about like some and being flat doesn’t make the traffic appear further away than it is. I can recommend it.

Simon’s plan was for us to go via Porkellis, follow the Mince Pie ride in reverse across to Truthall halt, the railway is looking very smart, and instead of then turning to Helston, take a loop round to Breage before dropping back to the lake. This, of course, took us through Sithney, past Auntie Gills. There was a sign in the window saying “Open” but thinking that this was most likely left since the weekend, or earlier, Simon suggested that as it was early doing the loop but calling in again and if definitely closed drop down to Helston. If the loop wasn’t exactly new roads it was certainly roads done in the opposite direction than usual, which means “up” and with the more than pleasant surprise, on returning to Sithney, of seeing that there were cars in the car park and the café door was definitely wide open. And just in time as the rain had started.

We couldn’t have received a better welcome. No eggs on toast today but “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche”, the portions as generous as the welcome. I had thought that Trevor and Gill (was this her second or third return from retirement?) were only opening on Sundays but it seems that she has been open every day but Mondays, and will continue for another two weeks.

Unusually, the rain had gone over by the time we left and we made our way back to Falmouth in the sun. Simon found us some more hills along the way to make up for those of us not attending tonight’s hill climb. 37 miles for me. Dean

Whittle down the wind
Sep 10, 2017, 8:17 pm

I don’t usually do Sunday ride reports, as you know, but, if I am going to progress in my new career as Blogger, then I need to increase the number of my followers. There was a young woman the other day who is a social influencer; that’s the proper name for someone who earns money from promoting items on their blogs or on facebook or Instagram. She has 250K followers and earns three times what she used to earn as a teaching assistant. Mind you, her selfies in the bathroom mirror were a little more appealing than mine would be. So, I thought, I need to get my own niche market, and I think I have cracked it. The Grey Pound, the silver surfers. There’s got to be a few around, even in the Wheelers. Well, I was sent a tube of haemorrhoid cream on Friday. I have sent the film off to Truprint and should have the photos back for a write up to go with the OGIL ride report next week. But that’s enough about me. I suppose some of you will want to hear about Sunday’s club ride. Well, with the French trip on going, Paula finishing the LeJog and still lots away on holiday, it was a motley bunch at HQ this morning. 13, I think it was, and well past 9 o'clock when some one suggested the Blue Bar, at Porthtowan. You know the route better than me. Ben seemed to be struggling to keep up at Halvasso so made his excuses and went off on his own; Richard74 and Liz, were the next to fall beside the wayside and when we stopped at Simon’s house, en route, Theresa decided to go to visit her mother instead. Simon is at deaths door with a cold but managed to come to the gate to speak. Mystic Meg had suggested that it would rain at 11am and almost on the dot, as we dropped down the valley into Porthtowan, the rain started. I had ordered and was sitting around the table with Jim, Phil2 and Mike before I realised that Trevor, Raymondo and John had taken one look at the Blue bar menu and decamped to the café next door. The conversation was mainly about them so I’ll not repeat it here.

It was still raining when we left and the forecast blustery winds had arrived too. There used to be a pub called the 4 Winds; we met up with 3 of them today. You can guess which one had had a lie in. Whilst Trevor and Raymondo turned right, up Rose Hill and towards Porteath, the rest of us headed back up the valley to Scorrier, Treskerbys, Lanner, etc. Phil2 was the next to split, at Stithians, followed by John, at Longdowns; the morning ride being whittled down to just Mike and myself by the time we passed through Halvasso. With excellent timing we got back to Falmouth just as the rain ceased and the sun came out. 42 miles for me. Dean

What, in these shoes?
Sep 6, 2017, 11:06 pm

I have been looking into this blogging malarkey. It seems that you can get paid for mentioning certain items in your blog. Product placement, they call it and with 100,000 followers you can earn £2K a time. So.

It was rather cool at 8 o’clock this morning but Mystic Meg suggested that there would be no rain, and it would probably get too warm later to wear my Altura Night Vision jacket, from Evans Cycles. Although it is guaranteed water proof and wind resistant, it is a little bulky, too much to pop into my back pocket. I was also excited about the first trip out in my new Shimano touring shoes, a birthday present from the children, to think of checking whether my old jacket was still in the frame bag. I remember that when my dad was the age I am now, he usually got some socks or a packet of those little cigars that were popular then.

I didn’t expect anyone else to be waiting at Union Corner so pressed on to the other place. Just Mike 2 there, picking blackberries as he waited. Simon had already let me know that he was heading out to Scorrier first thing to wave on Jasmijn Muller (above), a young Dutch woman who is attempting to break the Women’s World Record LEJOG, 1000 mile and 24 hour records. She had also intended to break the LEJOGLE record but was delayed in starting for 24 hours so was going to run out of the time she had support. Texting “Portreath” to Simon we were on our way, both expecting the other to navigate. We shouldn’t have worried as Simon met up with us after a few miles and took charge. Bolenowe came and went as did Pool and Coombe. Coming out on to the North coast the sun was breaking across Carbis bay. “What’s that town over there” asked Mike. “St Ives. I have an extra hour today; we could go there, replied Simon. So we did.
Hanging our bikes on the railings above the beach we found a window seat in the Balcony Bar and ordered. Simon, in honour of those on the French trip had French toast. Jasmijn, averaging a gnats whisker less than 20mph was well on her way to Exeter.

All good things must come to an end and eventually we were navigating our way through the holidaymakers, round past the Tate and up the hill. I thought Simon was going to take us around again as he then headed straight down, back into town, but we threaded our way through the traffic to retrace our route to Lelant. From there it was Hayle, Connor Downs, Praze and homewards. The knacker man pulled his truck over to one side as we trudged up the long drag after Praze and waited for us as we approached. I felt the appropriateness of his actions.

Simon left us to head to Four lanes, whilst Mike and I turned right, for Carmenellis. Though there were a few spots of rain about at this point the sun was quickly out again and I returned to Falmouth in full sun, and spot on 60 miles. Dean

The Prelude
Aug 30, 2017, 10:08 pm

For some reason Mr Garmin decided that today he would change his display to metric. I think he was just pointing out that he would have very much liked to join those departing on the “French Trip” this weekend. Well, at least he would get the chance to ride with most of them this morning, I thought, on their last trial ride before the great off. How exciting, everyone testing the luggage carrying capabilities of their bikes and showing off their prowess in getting a quart in to a pint pot. Kath was the only wheeler at Union Corner, and even she said that she was just about to go home again if I hadn’t turned up. It was the same story at the other place; Mike 2, Paul and Keith. “2 wet 4 me”, texted Bernie. There was slight rain and everyone seemed to have a different idea about whether it was going to cease, continue, or get worse, but there was no difference of opinion as to our destination; Miss Molly’s. Without either Bernie or Fred to guide us it was left to me to lead off – the usual route out to Carnkie, Bolenowe and Troon; except that, to shorten the journey, we turned right when we hit the Helston to Camborne Rd. Just over the boundary into Camborne I suffered a deflation of the front tyre. Quickly the others formed their bikes into a circle, as protection from possible attack. However, as I removed my front wheel I became aware of some strange guy pulling at my saddle. “Excuse me, young man, but do you mind enlightening me of your intentions”, I said. “Well, if you’re having the wheels, I’m having the saddle” was his reply.

Inner tube replaced we continued on our way and reached Moll’s just as the rain stopped. Our diminutive number fitted comfortably around the table in the window and, the café being unusually quiet, we were soon served. Good food deserves good conversation, and today was no exception.

Surprisingly, there was little more than the odd drop of rain as we set off back home; Brea Village, cycle track to St Euny and Piece. Just as we reached 4 Lanes I suffered my second deflationary experience, don’t these things happen in such lovely places, and I extracted a minute slither of granite that I had previously missed from the front tyre. Mike 2, having failed to notice that we had all stopped, cycled on and was at Stithians before he realised he was on his own. The sun was shinning for the last few miles. 57 kilometres for me, you can do the math.


Ride report OGIL ride Wednesday 23/08
Aug 24, 2017, 1:31 pm

Where were we going?


6 of us left Union Corner, no Dean though, he had already handed in his absence note. There was a positive crowd waiting for us at Halvasso Halt, one visiting rider from Australia, friend of Mike’s, whose name escapes me and far too many to be mentioned now. Keith handed me my arm warmers that he had gratefully borrowed a few weeks ago when the weather turned wet and cold.  Admiral very admirably put these in his bar bag and with a shout from Fred of Portreath we set off for Porthowan.

The route was straightforward, Greek Church, Chacewater, where Amanda left us, Dangerous Crossroads, a bit of a wiggle round and down the hill into Porthtowan. We had also lost Simon en route as he went home to change his bike as he was having trouble with his seat.  He caught us up again but not before we left Porthowan. 

The coffee stop was good with a bit of nifty queue jumping by some local ladies, virtually elbowing Bernie out of way, how rude!!  My Banana bread was well worth it and 3 times the size of Phil 3’s bakewell slice. John’s egg on toast had a really golden yolk and someone had a full English.  There were a number of flapjacks eaten and one Hot Chocolate ordered.

We left the café with a wave to Gill Lightfoot who was on the beach and headed off up Rose Hill, and on to the top of Lanner. I should imagine Paul left us here with the rest of us turning right with Stithians being the next stop. We ignored the Road Closed signs going back down the Halvasso road and had a traffic free ride only needing to skirt around the BT lorry. Phil 1 led the way back to base.

I’ve managed to mention everybody except 1 rider who I just can’t think who you are and am really sorry.  I’ll remember who you are the minute I send this. – Got it, Trevor was with us at the start and departed somewhere along the way.

I think we did just over 40 miles. I used my Garmin today instead of Strava and I’m going to try to download the route on to the laptop.  Good luck with that I say.



Sunday 20th August
Aug 21, 2017, 5:52 pm

With a forecast of a wet day ahead after a brief but heavy shower I set off for H.Q. thinking no-one else will turn up as I pedalled on through the mizzle but there at Argal cross roads there appeared a yellow coated cyclist from the Mawnan Smith direction, it was Phil 3! This is most unpleasant I said a muffled reply was heard, a mutual understanding that we must both be mad and that we had to do a ride now as at least one other person had ventured out.

We both arrived at H.Q. to be joined shortly by several other keen wheelers ready for a good days cycling!! Full of enthusiasm or what purports to be such 10 of us set off for Helston boating lake by a route not quite Poldhu. The weather varied from damp to mizzle to rain a typical summers day in Cornwall.  Eggs on toast are fast becoming a staple diet for the OGIL contingent and went down very well. Several interesting conversations took place unfortunately I can’t remember what they were about but I know holidaying in France was mentioned SUN SUN SUN.  And so we made our way home the rain becoming more persistent.

So a big round of applause to the silly bu—ers who came out on Sunday Phil3, Dean, John, Jo, David (with his panniers and tent,) Mike, Andrew, Don M, Nick and yours truly.

Fred  I don’t know about 40miles

It's all coming back to me now
Aug 16, 2017, 10:48 pm

Fortunately, no major celebs have died this week and so, if I can get last weeks song out of my mind for a while, I can get back to writing about the finer points of that well known activity the OGIL Wednesday morning ride. It’s either that or some useful notes about the latest fad diet or exercise programme, or a line or two about colon cleansing. I only mention this as someone the other day suggested I tried Blogging. Unfortunately I confused this with dogging but that’s a story for another day.

On Sunday, whilst Mr Garmin was chortling happily about all the new roads experienced during Richard 74’s Treasure Hunt, Fred was reminiscing over OGIL rides completed in the olden days, with young Mr Gunner, and how they used to set off without any clear sense of where they were going or how to get there. I have to say that this is my experience most weeks, and without Mr Garmin I wouldn’t be too sure as to where we had been when we got back.

So, after correctly guessing the first question in today’s quiz, “Where are we going to go?” I was surprised when Fred said “Ok, you’re leading, Dean”. The destination was to be the Penrose Kitchen, aka Truro Water gardens, near Shortlanesend. I should remember that. “Greek Church, Burncoose, Chacewater”, but not adding that I might have remembered the next bit by the time we got there. By “we” I mean Fred, Bernie, Keith, Phils 1 and 3, John, Mike 2, Paul, the M&Ms, Trevor and myself, and it was Keith who helped jog my memory that from Chacewater we head up the hill to Dangerous Crossing and out to the airport before tackling the maze of lanes around Newmills. But we got there in pretty good time, rearranged the tables out on the decking and ordered our breakfasts. Penrose Kitchen isn’t the least expensive café visited by the OGIL but an occasional treat. Conversation was, strangely enough, mainly about cycling; Sunday’s Treasurer hunt, won by Fred, with a small input from me, and recent LEL and the next Paris Brest Paris Audax. It seems that to qualify for the latter you have to do a 200, 300, 400 and 600K rides, the good news being that Martyn’s 200K audax does count towards it, and, the next PBP isn’t until 2019.

The route back takes us again through the maze to the Park and Ride, across to Threemilestone, Tomperrow, and Wheal Jane. Coming out on the Bissoe Rd I suggested Genna lane but as there was another lane, directly opposite, Fred suggested we try it. “We have done it before”, I said, a fact that Mr Garmin positively denied and took no responsibility over. It is a nice “Ariston” hill up to Colwyn Farm, before dropping back to Perranwell. Now, if I was the ride leader, only those that turned right at the crossroads and followed me towards Cusgarn, that is Trevor, Mike and Keith, were going the right way. The others for some reason were well ahead at this point and didn’t post a marker at the junction. After a few minutes I had second thoughts and leaving Trevor to continue homewards, Mike, Keith and myself turned back, dropping down to Perranwell, Norway Inn, Hangman’s hill, etc. We never saw the others again, but can only assume they are not still waiting somewhere. 37 miles for me, and home for 1.


He’s a Treasure
Aug 14, 2017, 7:14 pm

For the third year running, Richard 74’s Treasure Hunt from Stithian’s Lake café was great fun, with some even more devious questions – go too fast and you miss them!  The 15 mile route took us north of Stithians, around Carharrack, through Trevarth, Busveal and Gwennap, with two stops at the Fox and Hounds at Comfort, where some of the approximately twenty members taking part, stopped off for refreshments.

The questions varied from finding numbers on telegraph poles (a popular one) to dates on tomb stones, the weight limit for a weak bridge, and the total mileage on three road signs at a crossroads.  The ‘South African estate agents cottage’ was ‘Kimberly’ of course! spotted on the way to Carharrack, and WROCFORT was ‘Croft Row’ – one of the few we didn’t get, having reckoned that Richard wouldn’t be so mean as to include an anagram!  The route past Gwennap Pit was new to most of us, which made it extra interesting – along with questions about Gwennap Church; it has a detached bell tower, in common with Illogan and Gunwalloe – perfect for future Cornish quizzes – you learn a lot from these treasure hunts!  The cryptic questions kept coming; ‘Would Winston leave his mutt here?’  At Churchill Boarding Kennels near Lanner.  Letter boxes painted blue are now out of use, and ‘Bre Howldrevol’ is Cornish for ‘Sunrise Hill’.

Five of us cycled as a group, which was just as well as we were down to one pen – Paula, Sheila, Denise, Jo and myself.  It was great to have Denise with us on her snazzy new electric bike, perfect for anyone who needs a bit of help up the hills, for reasons of health or age.  We were a bit concerned that Denise might run out of battery power before she got home, as we seemed to find a hill at every turn, but all was well.  So it was back to Stithians Lake, where we put our £2 vouchers towards our chosen food and drink, replacing the saffron buns this year.  Richard checked all our answers and announced that Fred was the winner by one point…

Thanks again to Richard for setting yet another wonderful Treasure Hunt; his many hours of work preparing the route and the questions was really appreciated.


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