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16th March 2014: A ride around Bleasdale
The cake photo at the Apple Tree Store Cafe where the ride started from.
Getting ready to set off from the cafe.
The Brook Saddle on John’s bike.
Looking back down bridleway up Grize Dale.
Following the bridleway pass Fell End Farm.
Following the bridleway up to Grizedale Bridge
A tree at side of the track.
At end of the bridleway at Grizedale Bridge.
A map of permissive bridleway from Delph Wood to Tootle Hall.
A seat at side of the bridleway.
Farm buildings at Lower Core.
A farm building at Cold Coates
The view of the church in Chipping.
Trees at side of the road.
This guy was on wall at side of Wickins Lane End.
The cake photo at the Tearoom at Cobble Hey Farm and Garden.
Spring flowers at side of Eidsforth Lane.
The view looking up Grize Dale.
Yes the ride broke up at our lunch spot in Chipping, this was down to weather conditions and how folk were feeling in my case recovering from a cold. We did do three tracks in morning getting to Chipping, including one that I never done before and I will let John tell you all about it in his ride report!
I think club cycling about the enjoyment of the ride and the company of other riders on the ride, stopping to look at view, I can’t think of another sport where everyone is treated the same weather you high flying city banker or just golf greenskeeper like me it does matter because most cyclist’s are not interest want others do during week, it does not really matter come day of the club ride in the case South Lakes Group rides this is on a Sunday, they looking for interesting route, with good views, a few good cafe stops and some good company on the ride for next several hours. What most club cyclist’s respect is ride leader that can deliver this, John is good ride leader in the making and it was only is second ride that he as led and in few years time folk will be talking about going cycling with John and everyone will know who you talking about, I must admit that I was disappointed with turnout on the ride with starting point in deepest North Lancashire with third of the RSF membership living within hour driving distance of the starting point at the Apple Tree Store Cafe, maybe it was poor weather forecast but that really is poor excuse as the cakes at the cafe are excellent, you could have come to start for chat and then rode with the group for a bit then headed off to do your own thing, anyway I hope there a better turnout of more than three members for John’s next ride over Salter Fell road on 30th March starting from Bridge House Farm Tearooms in Wray, as he becoming the RSF resident expert on this route.
Any way once I left the others in Chipping, I followed the lanes back to Scorton with cafe stop at the tearoom at Cobble Hey Farrm and Gardens which was new cafe for me.
The Wyresdale estate café only opened to the public a couple of years ago so it’s still a bit of a novelty. The garden is big, walled, full of trees and flowers and a bit dilapidated. Sitting on a bench in the cold sunlight it reminds me of a graveyard with the old tree stumps, wheel barrows and box hedges arranged like headstones in an old churchyard.
I’m sitting huddled and drinking my coffee, enjoying the smell and warmth of the mug when Simeon arrives. He nods and pushes his bike straight past me to the café door indicating that he’s going inside. Simeon’s leadership is practical and demonstrated rather than theoretical and supposed. I follow him in and we’re soon joined by Norman. It’s my second time leading the group and the cast is the same as the first one last spring – only Simeon and Norman ever come on my rides.
The route is a bit vague – ‘Around Bleasdale’ it says on the website and this is because I don’t really know where we’re going. Out of the café we’re soon into the bridlepath which gently climbs up Grizedale valley. It’s a bit rough here and there, but it’s a well-
The drizzle settles in and heavy grey clouds close ranks to squeeze out the last brave patches of blue in the sky. Three abreast, we climb steadily to the oddly-
We slip through a thin line of trees and are grateful for the long grassy downhill through Broadway farm and down to the Brock valley. There’s an Equestrian place round here and the bridleway is well-
The elements conspire as we linger over dessert and no-
It’s good to be moving again and the air smells fresh, washed by the rain – not so good to be alone, but as Oscar Wilde said ‘Cycling and melancholy are incompatible’. There’s a strange magic in the rain and the remoteness of the ancient bridlepaths of Bowland and I’m soon soothed by nature and the constant cadence of fixed-
In this semi-
Then I understand. There are some flowers, an inscription from a friend. The steepness of the road and the sharp bend at the bottom tell the rest of the story. I feel the cold, the gentlest patter of the raindrops and the smell of the earth. It could happen to any of us. It’s cycling’s spectre. Maybe Oscar Wilde was wrong.
It seems a long walk up the Trough Road, the last few hundred yards colder in the mist. A roadie zips past and swoops down -
As altitude drops, so the wind and soon I’m rolling along the lanes back into that gusting South-
Back at the shed, I lock up my bike and go in and put the kettle on; Oscar was right.
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