Fairwarp
Ed taking a well deserved rest after climbing The Wall
What are they so interested in?
Fairwarp and Wray Common
Author: Jeff
Monday, 27 July 2009
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Sunday 26th July 2009
From Mike
Eight of us left a rather cloudy ‘summer of 2009’ day to head for elevenses at Lingfield. Passing by Chaldon church it seemed we might be joined by another group of riders – headed by a team Katyusha jersey – but they stopped for a break at Bletchingley golf club. At elevenses, some of us tackling the huge scones at the garden centre tea room, Mike announces the competition of the day. Why is the Wetherspoon pub at Redhill, our tea stop, called the Sun? The prize is tea.
Slightly late – the scones take some eating – we set off for the High Weald. Along the delightful lane between Dormansland and Cowden we pass the South-East Road Club heading East Grinstead way. Then we are through Hartfield and making our way across Ashdown Forest past Chuck Hatch. Paul’s Garmin computer registers 211 metres and there are great views, especially towards the South Downs. Continuing southwards past Duddleswell we turn off to the little village of Fairwarp and lunch at the Foresters Arms. This is in a great location, has a pleasant garden, and was enjoyed by all.
However we cannot laze about for too long as we have to head homewards. We take a little country road across to Nutley thence to Chelwood Common. At this stage ‘summer of 2009’ sets in and we contend with light but incessant drizzle. Through Sharpthorne, Turners Hill and Smallfield we then pedal around Redhill Aerodrome and on to tea.
But nobody has won the prize! The answer is that Richard Carrington built an observatory in 1861 at Redhill and made observations of sunspots (see jdwetherspoon.co.uk). While at the Sun we celebrate Cav’s stage win and Wiggo’s fourth place and talk about travelling to Rotterdam for the start of next year’s tour.
It may not be a ‘BBQ summer’ but the great thing is it still gives us the chance for longer rides. Mike finishes with 89 miles on the clock but then again he does cycle from the ‘gateway to the south’.
Slightly late – the scones take some eating – we set off for the High Weald. Along the delightful lane between Dormansland and Cowden we pass the South-East Road Club heading East Grinstead way. Then we are through Hartfield and making our way across Ashdown Forest past Chuck Hatch. Paul’s Garmin computer registers 211 metres and there are great views, especially towards the South Downs. Continuing southwards past Duddleswell we turn off to the little village of Fairwarp and lunch at the Foresters Arms. This is in a great location, has a pleasant garden, and was enjoyed by all.
However we cannot laze about for too long as we have to head homewards. We take a little country road across to Nutley thence to Chelwood Common. At this stage ‘summer of 2009’ sets in and we contend with light but incessant drizzle. Through Sharpthorne, Turners Hill and Smallfield we then pedal around Redhill Aerodrome and on to tea.
But nobody has won the prize! The answer is that Richard Carrington built an observatory in 1861 at Redhill and made observations of sunspots (see jdwetherspoon.co.uk). While at the Sun we celebrate Cav’s stage win and Wiggo’s fourth place and talk about travelling to Rotterdam for the start of next year’s tour.
It may not be a ‘BBQ summer’ but the great thing is it still gives us the chance for longer rides. Mike finishes with 89 miles on the clock but then again he does cycle from the ‘gateway to the south’.
Author: Tartan Socks(long)
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Sunday, 19 July, 2009
Staplefield and Brockham
“North Cheam or not North Cheam?” That was the first question of the day. Whether ‘twas nobler to lead the ride from Cheam or sally forth direct, to join the ride at the mid-morn meet of Beare Green. Cheam won, whence Keith, Paul and Jeff accelerated southward over the Downs, through Walton-on-the Hill, down Pebble Hill to Betchworth, Brockham, Root Hill and soon the Blu- Moon Café at Beare Green, where Bob was already in waiting. As numbers swelled, tea flowed and bacon sandwiches multiplied. At the tolling of the half hour it was time for the off, some opting for a shorter ride, some opting to go all the way, the ladies alas in the former camp, but promising a tea-time rendezvous at Brockham.
With grey skies and scudding clouds, the Met Office fortune-tellers were hedging their bets with evasive prognostications of scattered showers. With lunch at Staplefield less than 18 miles away, we could twiddle our way into the south-westerlies and hope to skirt the rain. After a quick scurry along the A24 it was a familiar route to Capel, Clark’s Green and Rusper. Then a quiet diversion through Wimlands to Faygate and the haul up Tower Road to Colgate.
When Blackhouse Road met Grouse Road, great was the amazement of the group to be led off the tarmac onto a bridleway through woods and down to a stream to be faced with a grassy hillock with little sign of a path. So granny gears it was and up over cow pats and thistles to the blustery ridge, where the path emerged, soon to become a farm track of concrete slabs through the fragrant yard of Newstead Farm to join the High Weald Landscape Trail. This led us up to the B2110 from which it was no more than a couple of miles or so through Slaugham to our staging post of Staplefield, occupied already by the MG Owners Club.
Decision Time again: The Victory or The Jolly Tanners? Victory for The Victory. Staple food taken at Staplefield, then up and away – destination Balcombe. However, at Balcombe Road, a first aid stop for repair by committee of Andy’s antique Carradice and route revision, as plan A via Ardingly Reservoir might not get us home in daylight. We therefore took to the B2036 through the outskirts of Crawley (in time to find the first and only shower of the day), then Gatwick, Charlwood, Leigh and Brockham.We arrived at the tailend of the Victorian Fair, well in time for tea and cakes and to greet some easy riding ladies, who had been on what I understand is a traditional treasure hunt. Time then to wend our separate ways in pleasant, early evening sunshine. For me, a final fling up Pebble Coombe, then home with one mile short of three score miles and ten behind me, for some no doubt a good few more.
Author: Jeff
Monday, 13 July 2009
Sunday July 12th 2009
Just four set off down my Ruxley Lane route. At St Ebba's, last of the "hospitals", I was startled by previously unseen brick mountains and an embryonic cyclepath heading towards Epsom. Jake caught us at the Wells and together we headed down into Leatherhead, along the Lower Road before finally climbing to a new teaspot at Polesden Lacey where numbers by ones and twos grew eventually to 16.
Wisely most declined an offroad sortie as extended gardening for Ed and Pam at High Barn was needed before battle could recommence with the black stuff. At the start of White Down we rendezvoused with those who had come more quickly via Bagden Lane and Ranmore Church. Sensing the mood I kept it short and sweet: The Volunteer, Hoe Lane, Albury Heath and a final swoop down to the Drummond Arms for lunch. As is becoming the norm, this was either roast or soup. Ed, Jeff and Terry holed up in a bus shelter complete with electronic indicator but no buses whilst Bob and I settled for a more salubrious spot by the church. My return to the pub prompted an mass but unexpected exodus by the rest of the C&M who had basked beside the Tilling Bourne.
Divers pressing appointments meant that only four tackled the resurfaced but already falling in disrepair Cote Du Fond De La Cuvette (Coombe Bottom for non-linguists). HMP and the Black Swan where Terry turned were familiar sights before we reached a revised and lengthy tea stop at Shoots (previously Seymours) Stoke D'Abernon. That was little more than 50 miles door to door on a fine warm day ended by a spit of rain around five.
Wisely most declined an offroad sortie as extended gardening for Ed and Pam at High Barn was needed before battle could recommence with the black stuff. At the start of White Down we rendezvoused with those who had come more quickly via Bagden Lane and Ranmore Church. Sensing the mood I kept it short and sweet: The Volunteer, Hoe Lane, Albury Heath and a final swoop down to the Drummond Arms for lunch. As is becoming the norm, this was either roast or soup. Ed, Jeff and Terry holed up in a bus shelter complete with electronic indicator but no buses whilst Bob and I settled for a more salubrious spot by the church. My return to the pub prompted an mass but unexpected exodus by the rest of the C&M who had basked beside the Tilling Bourne.
Divers pressing appointments meant that only four tackled the resurfaced but already falling in disrepair Cote Du Fond De La Cuvette (Coombe Bottom for non-linguists). HMP and the Black Swan where Terry turned were familiar sights before we reached a revised and lengthy tea stop at Shoots (previously Seymours) Stoke D'Abernon. That was little more than 50 miles door to door on a fine warm day ended by a spit of rain around five.Author: Anonymous
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Friday Night Ride To The Coast (August 2009)
It's to Felpham near Bognor. For details see
http://www.cyclechat.co.uk/forums/showthread.php?t=38071
http://www.cyclechat.co.uk/forums/showthread.php?t=38071
Author: Anonymous
Monday, 6 July 2009
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