News for July 2017 Thursday 6Th July. Bitton Station to Acton Turville. Report from Bill Balchin
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News for July 2017 Thursday 6th July. Bitton Station to Acton Turville. Report from Bill Balchin: After hot sunshine on the Wednesday, Thursday began in a similar vein. There was some Met Office scaremongering about possible thunderstorms but those innocent little fluffy clouds did not appear to pose any danger of rain. But is it going to stay that way? The twenty four people at Bitton railway station thought so with just about everybody in short sleeve order although I did spot the occasional rain jacket rolled up in a bottle cage. Twenty four would have been a big group for Shirley to lead but there was also a moderately paced group led by Steve Hicks which reduced the number by four. Both groups started along the Golden Valley to Wick and Doynton. Then the moderate riders turned to climb up Dyrham - probably the steepest route onto the Cotswold top which also makes it one of the shortest. Get the climbing over with quickly. With a slower group around it meant that the main group had to be the faster group and the pace was pretty relentless (for this old granddad at least) as we stormed up the Hinton By-pass and up to the A46 to cross by the Marshfield bakery. Luckily a car took pity on us and let us over otherwise it could have been a long wait. Having got up to six hundred feet we could now relax a bit and just enjoy the undulations bowling by under the still blue sky with it's still fluffy clouds and the dry roads. Shirley likes the lanes around Nettleton and so do I. We were pushing on at well over twenty mph at one point when there was a sudden slow down for a husband and wife walking their dogs - one on each side of the road of course. He looked like he would rather have been with us. After a brief flirt with the Fosseway we cruised through the charming village of Grittleton, empty as usual. They say that when the peloton is in a long line it is a sign that they are pushing on. Carrying on to Hullavington we took a left turn onto another lane that was unfamiliar to most of us before another left turn brought us back onto the Fosseway again. Approaching a crossroads with Shirley signalling right I got that bumping sensation again. Another damn puncture, my second in a fortnight although this time in the front. I was up for fixing it on my own but Keith, Pete and back-marker Chris insisted on staying with me - possibly to have a bit of a breather before the final seven miles - but more likely to make sure that I came to no harm. My tyres come off easily without levers so with the benefit of last week's practice I was mobile again in ten minutes and we chased to the Fox and Hounds by quarter past twelve. I would have thought that twenty seven miles would have seen us at the lunch stop way after twelve but with just the one climb followed by flat roads the speedsters in the main group arrived before the moderate group who did five miles less. Steve's group went via Castle Combe where they stopped to take on water and have a gawp at the tourists before cruising through Littleton Drew enjoying the sight of the wild flowers on the verges. Come on now folks! This is meant to be cycling not out enjoying yourselves! The Fox and Hounds played a blinder as usual with around forty cyclists in total plus a group of holiday makers in the other bar they were busy but calm and controlled. After being one of the last to arrive and order my lunch I found myself gobbling down the last remnants as the group made their way back outside. Any sign of those thunder storms yet? Not the slightest hint! Back over the A46 where another vehicle stopped to let us across we bombed down Hinton Hill proper and into Pucklechurch for the split off for home. I was glad to get into a cool shower, then the phone rang as I was getting dry. Mark Brough calling from the top of the Col de Galibier in the Alps (driven rather than cycled). We will be able to find out all about his French holiday next week at the Lamb at Lower Weare. For the map of the day click here. Thursday 13th July. Ashton to Lower Weare. Report from Bill Balchin: Here is a quick quiz. "what are Gordon's favourite make of jeans?" Time's up. The answer is Wrangler. I know this because his route from Ashton to Weare is going to take us up the Wrangle for the second time in three weeks - but you can't get enough of a good climb can you! On a slightly overcast but warm morning we set off along the Festival Way, crossing Yanley Lane as a kind motorist waited for us. I don't expect he had reckoned on a group of twenty four passing in front of him. On to Hobbs Lane and the A38 was full of vehicles heading towards the airport. We made it in two steps by waiting in the middle of the road. Roger Ireland tried to encourage somebody to let us over but only got a horn blast from an airport bus for his cheek. Back on quiet lanes again we rode up to Winford Manor followed by a nice descent into Chew Stoke. After passing the lake I decided to get ahead to get some pictures on the Wrangle climb. Unfortunately I missed Bickford Lane that leads to the Wrangle despite having been along it many times - although not with today's construction work on the junction. Luckily that man Roger again rang me before I ended up in Budleigh Salterton. Sorry about the lack of Wrangle photos folks, I just about caught up with the group after they waited for a while. Let's see how the descent of Cheddar Gorge pans out. I'm not sure how high the top of the Mendips is. Ramblr reckons 1014 feet but Strava gives it 851. Either way it's a relief once you are on the top. Now, am I really going to ride one- handed down the gorge using only one brake? As it happened we were caught up in a slow convoy of cars so I did manage one shot from the back of the bunch. Once through Cheddar we took the road through Axbridge then about half a mile on the A38 to arrive at the Lamb by twelve fifteen. By now Gordon was behind schedule for his other committments so after a hasty goodbye he shot off back to Bristol before most of us realised that he had gone. Err thanks Gordon...Cheerio. Our group probably take a bit of getting used to for a new pub. The Cheddar Ales Potholer bitter quickly ran out, apparently the landlord was expecting a bunch of elite athletes who would not be drinking beer - not even close to the truth. Meals were a little slow appearing after the initial rush at the bar but with the sun out now and no need to rush home (apart from Chris and Shirley who are off on another cycling marathon tomorrow) we just chilled and enjoyed the meals when they came. A word of warning - my Pork Steak was actually on the menu as Pork Steaks. There were three steaks, a hill of chips and a bowl of vegetables. I was glad I was not the last to be served as it would not be rushed. By about two it was time to take the obligatory group photo before riding home - but which way? Phil caved in under the weight of expectation and rose to the challenge. The lane next to the pub took into Cross then into a loop over the M5, through Loxton, back over the motorway and to the junction by Banwell Castle. I would have been stuck but Phil took us down Dark Lane which runs parallel to the high street and then right to Sandford. OK, familiar ground now as we rode through Churchill, past the Mendip Spring Golf Club and into Congresbury. Several times we were on roads that looked newly surface-dressed. I remember in the old days surface dressing would leave a road like a shingle beach and windscreen replacement vans would lurk nearby. It all seems a bit easier now. The other improvement is in pothole filling. We passed a lorry with one of those machines that blasts a mixture of tar and grit into the pothole rather than dumping a bucket on asphalt into it and tamping it down. It should give a flatter surface but will it stand up to a harsh winter? Goodness knows the roads deserve a bit of TLC. The familiar route through Yatton and Claverham brought us into Backwell where yet again the lure of ice cream at Aimee's Wine House was mainly irresistible - except to me and Pete. With admin duties calling we pressed on to get this website updated. After a 74 mile trip today I will be glad of a short one next week when we visit the Salutation at Ham - a good ten miles from my house if I go the pretty way.. Follow today's ups and downs here. Thursday 20th July. Amcor to Ham. Report from Bill Balchin: Frustration, uncertainty and doubt are some of the biggest causes of stress.