News for February 2016 Thursday 4Th February 2016. Amcor to Hillesley
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News for February 2016 Thursday 4th February 2016. Amcor to Hillesley. Report from Bill Balchin It looks like everybody remembered that our start time has reverted back to 10:00 as a twenty seven strong group were waiting at the Amcor start for Mark Brough to lead the way to Hillesley. Yet again the Thursday Fortune was with us for another bright day without rain. Ever conscious of a leader's duty, Mark tried to suggest that we split into three smaller groups when we hit some unavoidable busy sections of road. The phrase "Herding cats" comes to mind but we did try to create gaps to allow passing motorists to pull in as we took the Winterbourne road and cut through to Frampton Cotterell before the calm of Frampton End Road. With no motor traffic this little lane gets mucky very quickly, but thanks to some council intervention (prompted by Alan Bracey I suspect) the surface had been cleared of the worst of the mess. The Badminton Road over Mays Hill was easy with a marked cycle lane and then it was right into Nibley Lane and the climb up through Wapley. The sky had clouded over by now but was still bright as we turned left at Dodington to join the main road. There was a bit of luck for us as we joined the road in the middle of a section of road works controlled by traffic lights. The lights had just changed as we tagged on to the end of the vehicles heading towards Old Sodbury. Of course we didn't have their speed so by the time the first few cyclists reached the end the lights had changed. The first jeep-driving woman just saw green for go and went, despite the way being clogged with bikes, luckily the rest waited those extra few seconds for a clear road. Once on the Cotswold top the sun came out again and stayed out as we got to Badminton. Instead of riding straight through, Mark took us on a small detour to admire the village. Unfortunately it was just at the time that a group of horse riders arrived from the opposite direction but we all managed to get along despite one grey horse getting a bit excited. We had another detour at Little Badminton to admire the church before Mark led us into the Badminton estate so I could try to grab a photo. No more climbing now as we by-passed Hawkesbury Upton on Starveall Lane and blasted down the main road into Hillesley to find half a dozen bikes already parked in the garden. That brought the numbers well over the thirty mark - most of us sitting around one long table along the length of the restaurant area. The pre-ordering must have done it's job as the meals were soon on their way. But I am still in awe of the Moorend Spout who were just as slick last week with twice the customers and no pre-ordering. Going back outside to ride home was a shock when we were faced with a chilly head wind. What? Do mean that all the strong riding this morning was due to a tailwind? After all these years I still fall for that. After riding along Hawksbury Road the bunch turned left at the cattle grid for Horton as I chickened out and turned right for Wickwar, Cowship Lane and my shortest route for home, I've had enough riding into the wind today thank you. Touch here for today's route map. Thursday 11 February 2016. Bitton to Clutton Hill. Report from Shirley Hume: Today dawned bright, clear and sunny, but bitterly cold first thing, so everyone was well wrapped up when they arrived at Bitton. 21 of us were gathered for Pete’s ‘pre- match briefing’ [which contained the word ‘UP’ rather more often than many of us would consider to be strictly comfortable] but as we started to roll out we heard a screech of brakes, the smell of burning rubber and witnessed the cycling equivalent of a handbrake turn as Martyn arrived with immaculate timing to make a total of 22 riders – though not for long! We headed off down the cycle path to Saltford and then across to Stanton Prior where, rather to my surprise, given the briefing, we were spared the hill up to Wilmington and turned right to hit the main road for a short section at Marksbury [I think!]. It was on this stretch that Peter Ralph noticed he had a flat and unbeknownst to those at the front 6 riders behind him stopped to help. Turning off the road to head for Priston it soon became obvious, even to the numerically challenged, that we no longer had 22 riders, but it was decided to continue to Priston village and wait there for the rest to catch up. This involved the section of road which created mayhem the last time the group rode there, just after a hedge cutting machine had been through, but this time all we had to contend with was some slushy ice which required caution, particularly on the downhill sections. The hills into and out of Priston certainly verified Pete’s assertion at the start that the route was ‘a bit lumpy’ [a bit like the Sahara is a bit sandy or the Antarctic is a bit chilly!!]. Anyway we stopped in Priston and waited for the 7 missing cyclists, until eventually it was decided that the main group would head on and Mike Cheuings kindly said he would wait and lead the others to the pub by a shorter route. In the end [the other] Shirley offered to stay with him as husband Dave was with the second group and she could contact him on the mobile if necessary. So it was that 13 of us left Priston feeling like a speeded up version of Agatha Christie’s book ‘Ten Little Indians’ [no doubt, influenced by the need to squeeze War and Peace into 6 episodes, the BBC will be interested]. Puffing our way up the hill out of Priston we than turned right – to find the road covered in hedge trimmings…………!! On to Carlingcot and by now the roads were beginning to have more ice for us to contend with, culminating in everyone having to walk up most of the final climb into Carlingcot itself. On the hill out of the village Guido became our first faller, with an elegant slide at slow speed on the downhill. Luckily he was unhurt and we proceeded gingerly, regrouping at the next turn. At this point we realised that the 13 who had left Priston had suddenly turned into 12 and after a bit of head scratching we realised Max wasn’t with us. No one wanted to go back up the icy hill to find him so we headed on, keeping a keen eye open for a plague of locusts or impassable floods, and were relieved to get a text from him to say he had a flat and was OK. Instead of shouts of ‘car back’ or ‘car up’ we had a series of ‘ice left’, ‘ice right’ and sure enough some giant puddles to contend with. By now everyone was getting pretty warm, but at least the roads improved a bit as we got higher and the sun had melted any remaining ice. Through Timsbury the pace picked up as the prospect of lunch became more imminent, and although I didn’t check the time we can’t have been too long after 12.00pm arriving – just a few minutes after the group of 9 who had been led in by Mike. One or two independents were already there and a few more joined just after we got there. The Hunters Rest at Clutton Hill, our destination, is always pretty efficient at getting the food out so it didn’t seem long before we were preparing for the ride back. Three routes were on offer, Pete was taking a group back to Bitton, Phil was leading through to Ashton and Mark Brough [cunningly disguised in a yellow jacket today] was going via Whitchurch. By the time we got to the split point Phil was already out of sight, so I decided to ride back to Bitton for a change – this was also ‘lumpy’ and my legs were distinctly unimpressed, but the route itself was good and it was a beautiful afternoon to be out on the bike. Peter R would like me to pass on his thanks to the group who helped him out and I’m sure everyone would like to thank Pete for putting so much time and effort into finding all those hills for us today! [If the person I was riding home with from Bitton would like to explain exactly why he insisted on riding up Bridge Valley Road on the way home when there was a perfectly acceptable flat alternative I might let him sleep indoors tonight………] How did the twelve get there? Touch here to see. Thursday 18 February 2016. Ashton to Axbridge. Report from Shirley Hume: The BTOTC good weather charm continued today as we gathered at Ashton under clear blue skies and bright sun – albeit a bit chilly. Keith had taken on the role of leader when Phil discovered a holiday on the calendar, which he either wasn’t aware of or had forgotten about, and we were relieved to hear that he had a ‘flat’ route planned to get us to The Lamb at Axbridge [flat in this context being a relative term!] We set off up the main road through Long Ashton after some discussion about possible ice on the cycle path, with 24 riders lining up, plus 4 ‘Bath Boys’, who arrived at the start but then left early to do their own route to the pub.