The cry on social media was, ‘9.30 meet to get to Ruthin in preparation for the looming Llanberis’. Jim, Jules, Phil, Iain, Stuart, Kevin, Geoff and me arrived at the appointed hour in the refreshing 3 degree temperature. A discussion followed about the heavy snow and poor conditions reported in north Wales. A quick vote was […]
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Describes Sunday Club Runs and other road runs.
Blaze Farm, Algreave, Henbury, take your...
A chilly and damp 1 degree this morning didn’t stop the teenage boy I saw while on the way to the club. Football shorts and a cotton tee-shirt. Not tucked in. Bonkers. I on the other hand had breathed in the morning air several times before settling on the right combination of garments. At the […]
Decisions, decisions
One of the joys of parenthood is the continual stream of children’s birthday parties there are to attend. The pleasures of standing around for 2 hours in some godforsaken hole with a load of other delighted clockwatching parents cannot be overstated. Today I was lucky enough to have a party at 12.00. So it was […]
Short, pacey, modern pottery confusion, ...
First club run of 2017, and many eager faces appeared at the busy club. The long run disappeared with vigour, heading for Prees, and we were to head for Tilly’s at Bunbury. It get’s pretty busy at the cafe on a Sunday, so we decided to have a more direct run out. Conversation was quickly […]
The Revenge of the Yellow Tights
And yea the villagers did not understand the power of the magic of the yellow tights (nor indeed just how randomly vindictive they could be). A very large crowd assembled at the rugby club this morning. Much hilarity and ribbing was endured by one poor rider who had previously worn distinctive legwear. That over with, we […]
Wrinklies Christmas Dinner
Far from the wet and wind, Wednesday brought a breeze and some clear watery sunshine for the traditional Wrinklies Christmas Dinner run. Those of us in our youth (me especially), were not worried by taking a day off and trying to lower the average age a bit. We met at Hatchmere, and took off in […]
In search of Dagfields
On my arrival at the club this morning it was evident a discussion had been taking place as to the whereabouts of Dagfields. What was a Dagfield? Had it moved? Was it friendly? Was the plan to capture one? We may never know. Conversation briefly turned to my yellow tights Alan being particularly envious (to […]
1953
The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there. Sunday morning was cold and bright. Knowing that the long run was liable to be a short run I set the alarm early with the intention of getting an extra hour in. Sense prevailed however when I saw the thick frost and imagined the […]
Loggerheads with much perspiration and m...
Saturday night was the last night of the play my wife has been in, ‘Last of the Summer Wine’, not described by reviewers as, ‘a towering, emotional, epic, triumph’. Paula was excellent though. The play finishing was important (to me) as it meant that for the first time in ages I was able to go […]
Tigger and the Steam Train
Saturday morning saw a damp 12 degrees but as the day went on it warmed up and dried out to become a very pleasant, low wind, autumnal day. The crossroads at Hatchmere were positively busy as Jim D, Spanish Jed, Keith, Kevan, Eleanor, Jimmy, Ewart, Alex, Ben, Steve, Paddy and Me assembled in varying degrees of […]
The no-photo, no-sliced bread, no eggs, ...
Not as fast or feisty as the long run, today’s ride was to got to the Candle Factory at Burwardsley. I didn’t count how many of us there were, but around 20 of us remained for the short ride at the club as the long ride departed. It was a fine day for a ride. […]
Three punctures, feisty Kris Z and a gua...
Today was a great day to be out on the bike; clear skies and fairly dry roads. Just about perfect aside from the strong headwind. My theory is that the winter wind is harder to get through as it is colder and hence denser. Is there any weight to this? The long run was not […]