News for October 2017. Thursday 5Th October: Ashton to Portishead. Main
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News for October 2017. Thursday 5th October: Ashton to Portishead. Main group report from Pete Campbell: The rain stopped at around 8 o'clock this morning, making the roads damp and guaranteeing puddles that would linger all day. But the forecast for sun and warm weather made sure that a good turnout at Ashton was virtually certain. Twenty four people turned out for the two routes to the Windmill in Portishead, one being Shirley's offering with a promise of "three fabulous descents" which we all know means three hard climbs, and the other being a more moderately paced route led by Phil Warry and Steve Hicks which was likely to appeal to anyone who doesn't feel the need to prove their athleticism. Some notable personnel changes today: one new rider in the form of Moira Hamilton who it seems wanted a special way of celebrating her sixtieth birthday today, and what better way then seeing how her cycling ability compared to BTOTC regulars, and one returning rider in the shape of Ian Sparrow who now has all his kids in school so can find one spare Thursday every month to get his bike out. Oh yes, and Moira was well able to keep up with the faster pace on Shirley's hills. Portishead is north-east of Ashton, so Shirley took her group in a southerly direction. Well, how else can you find enough sharp inclines if you go west? Up and down Backwell Hill got us nicely warmed up (jackets off, arm warmers stuffed in pockets), and a tour of the airport perimeter road led to a long downhill sweep past the Barley Wood garden and into Wrington. Time for another hill and there was a convenient right turn up Wrington Hill so up we went. I've ridden with BTOTC for nearly nine years and until a John Upward ride a few months ago, I'd never been up there. Today was no easier than John's ride, but at least I was able to ignore the little voice at the back of my head telling me I don't actually have to keep turning the pedals. Anyway, as I was riding my new bike there was no way I was going to get off it. (For anyone who has missed the last few weeks: 70th birthday present, Orro carbon frame, DI2, hydraulic disk, Mavic tubeless. No mudguards yet so it needs a wash.) One more hill coming out of Nailsea (Tower House Lane, as steep as the others) and into the Windmill at 12:15. It was even more crowded than usual as they had a wake in the downstairs room. But the food was quick and good, as always. The moderate pace group was already there. Three of the faster group turned off before the pub - having done the hard work I guess two of them couldn't face eating, although Ian Sparrow was meeting the Easy Riders and John Huish his father-in-law at a Wetherspoons somewhere. Also there was Luke Hanson with a spare Thursday. I was pleased to see he decided he could just turn up at lunch and sit with us - hope to see you again, Luke. There was a choice of route for the return: with Shirley through Failand (i.e. another hill), or with Steve and Phil on a flatter road. So I took the hill, and on into Clifton, abandoning Alan Partridge with his permission when he punctured in Leigh Woods. And a final descent to BW Cycles on Cumberland Basin to get the front mech tweaked as the chain had come off three times. I'm sure it's okay now, so you'll be seeing it again. And I hope Moira decides that riding forty or fifty miles for lunch on a Thursday is something worth doing again. Touch here for Shirley's challenging route. Thursday 5th October: Ashton to Portishead. Moderate group report from Steve Hicks:Today’s moderate paced group of nine climbed up through Ashton Court and then along the A369 to Abbots Leigh where we took Harris Lane and Sandy Lane to Failand. Sandy Lane provided its usual selection of water, gravel, mud and tree debris all serving to sharpen the concentration, though we encountered surprisingly few pot-holes. We then took the long descent into Portbury and the traditional Gordano Valley route along Caswell Lane and Clevedon Lane passing through Clapton in Gordano. In Clevedon Lane we picked up George Martin so now we were ten. Although ahead of schedule we decided against a loop of Clevedon and headed to Walton in Gordano where Keith turned for home and grandchild-sitting duties, back to nine again. The coast road via Redcliff Bay provided spectacular views across the river to Wales before we arrived at the Windmill at 11.50. Though early enough we were not the first to arrive as we discovered Brian Trott was already tucking into his lunch. Our route back took us through Portishead Marina, over the lock gates and through the wildlife reserve into Sheepway, then to Portbury, Pill (cue the song!) and up the A369 shared path back to Bristol. Oh, the song – “Pill, Pill I Love Thee Still” originally by Adge Cutler and the Wurzels, and touch here to see the Wurzels singing it. And touch here for Steve's alternative route. Thursday 12th October: Amcor to Littleton on Severn. Report from Bill Balchin: Yate Rocks! Is that a statement? A place name? A facebook group? Or can it be all three? With the hamlet of Yate Rocks on the planned route today, I asked the twenty riders assembled at the Amcor start for a show of hands - who was familiar with Yate Rocks? Several South Glos residents put up a hand, others looked a little puzzled, others still carried on chatting oblivious to my impromptu poll. I think we might have some new lanes for some of the folks today. Before setting off it was time to admire Pete's new bike as I had missed last weeks ride. It is certainly an impressive piece of kit with disc brakes, electronic shifting, tubeless tyres and the biggest bottom bracket area I have seen. Alex reckoned there was room for an electric motor to hide in there. I asked Pete which of his two water bottles contained the battery. "Both of them" he replied deadpan. Enough chit chat, lets ride. If anybody analyses our rides I expect they will find that I always include Frampton End Road - and today was no different. Alf had taken us along there on the previous Amcor start but it is such a perfect road to cycle on that we just took a different way to get onto it and worked our way around to the outskirts of Yate. The weather was as good as you could expect for the beginning of October - a bit of sun breaking through the clouds now and then, not raining and not too cold. We passed the Broad Lane council depot, continuing along Broad Lane which is anything but broad to the start of the Brimsham Green housing estate. You have probably seen two large brick arches, one either side of the road, on the way in. We cycled in a loop to the end of the housing (although I expect those fields will get built on sometime) and up Peg Hill then left for Gravel Hill Road and left again into Yate rocks. I planned a brief pause to admire the view but the sun was sulking and it looked quite ordinary, oh well. Just take a quick photo and carry on. Don't blink as you descend to the Ford and climb out the other side or you will miss the hamlet altogether. It makes our lunch venue of Littleton on Severn look like a city in comparison. Up to a left turn on a corner we were back on familiar ground as we joined Tanhouse Lane at the bottom of Bury Hill (where you go over the Wickwar Road into Mapleridge Lane). Taking a right onto Limekiln Road the sun came out for a while as we worked our way through Hall End, Cowship Lane, Bagstone and the turning for Tytherington. We had one of the few climbs now to pass the solar farm, cross the M5 and cross the A38 at Milbury Heath. This was another devious little route dropping down the narrow Whitewall Lane and working our way around the edge of Thornbury. It was not until here that I realised we had lost Julian to his second puncture in three weeks miles back. Sorry for leaving you mate but with a fairly long route to cover. .well you know how it is. The drizzle started up as we approached Oldbury - but not enough to pull on a jacket. Alan Partridge succumbed to a puncture with a couple of miles to go but he is no stranger to these lanes and sent everyone else on. And then by twelve fifteen we arrived at the White Hart having covered twenty six miles with hardly a hill. I warned everybody at the start that the White Hart is a stylish pub so unless they did not mind their lunch on a roof tile or piece of floorboard they may need to ask for a plate. I did not see anybody in distress with the crockery so I guess we were all good there. What I did see was some blissful faces as several folk enjoyed the Addlestones Cloudy Cider.