April 12 13 26
May 3 4 10 24 25
June 7 14 20 28
July 12 26
August 15 23 30 31
September 13 27
October 4 18
November 1 22
NB 4/5(BH), 25/5(BH), 20/6(Vicarage), 15/8(Classic Cars), 31/8(BH) are not Sundays!
Author: Anonymous
Author: Anonymous

The C&M
The Church of St John the Baptist, Capel
Author: Jeff
Author: Tartan Socks(long)
Author: Tartan Socks(long)
Author: mike morley
Author: mike morley
Author: mike morley
Author: mike morley
Author: Anonymous
Author: Lisa
Author: Lisa
Author: Anonymous
Author: mike morley
This was a fine spring day though only the brave sported shorts. Six (including the rarely seen this far west Mike F) became eight by the time we reached Long Ditton. We threaded a usual course through Hersham, Walton, Weybridge and Addlestone to reach crowded Fairoaks Airport where our numbers had soared to twenty plus the Scottish rider. So a long thin line of riders stretched down Philpot Lane into Horsell and onto the Basingstoke in Woking. At St Johns we paused before the A324 to regroup. I'd stopped in the exact same spot on the recce but for the life of me I couldn't remember the continuation. Once again the mist lifted about 200 yards further on - we should have crossed to the opposite bank! Only pride plunged us into Woking's western suburbs where a local builder got us back on course.
A left into Cobbett Hill Road soon delivered us beside Wood Street's green; BYOs headed for the benches, the rest settled for surprisingly the White Hart's garden. This has gone even more upmarket - few punters but loos worth a visit! Whilst Terry fixed a puncture, Anne arrived without maps after a morning spent running. The shortest route home took us past Guildford's old barracks, along the Wey Navigation (where Vic lurked in the bushes) and beside the A3 to tea at Ockham Bites. A breakaway group headed to Wisley Airfield for Cobham Bus Museum's Open Day whilst the lazy contented themselves with the passing Routemasters. My journey home included an Asiatic festival at Boldermere and divers buses well off route. And so another ride was over - around 55 miles door to door.Author: Anonymous

Author: Jeff
From Mike:
A few hours into the change to summer time and four of us – Jeff, Keith, Norman and Mike – set off for Oxted after a somewhat nippy ride to North Cheam. After collecting Pete B at the Midday Sun pub, Woodmansterne, Farthing Downs seemed to promise a fine spring day. Through Bletchingly, and some thought we might be going for a jaunt along the M25 but instead we chose the cycle path alongside the A25 for the short stretch to Oxted. Mike punctured, a little sharp stone in the front tyre, along the road to the station. At Morrisons we met Andy and Bob and were soon joined by Steve.
Setting off for Chiddingstone, a chill in the air, not to mention gathering nimbostratus, proved that the weather was not up to expectations. No matter, pretty Merle Common and the little roads round Haxted, and no hills, sped us on our way. Through Edenbridge into fine countryside round Hever and before too long we were cycling alongside the castle moat. The Landlord at the Castle Inn is clearly a motor-racing fan; on a previous visit the Spanish Grand Prix was on the TV, this time it was not long before the TV was switched on for the Australian race, the first of the season which had of course already taken place earlier that morning. After a leisurely spell at the pub – there is an extra hour of daylight now – we set off for Woldingham and, of course, hills up past Chartwell and then from Westerham to Botley Hill. From there it was downhill all the way to a warm welcome at the pleasant garden centre.
Author: Tartan Socks(long)