Tuesday, 18 November 2025

Dreary grey drizzle cake; Beddington one-o-clockers 15 November

With the week we had been having we should not have been surprised that the weather refused to perform as forecast.  It was grey and colder than of late and, despite digging a millimetre too deep in extricating a piece of grit from my tyre and thereby giving myself a puncture ten minutes before we were due to leave, I held everybody up by only a few minutes and there all the usual suspects were waiting at Beddington Pavilion ready to go.  

We set out for Crystal Palace, for a change, in the knowledge that there was no club football this weekend (for the International break) so that the Selhurst Park ground, which we skirt, would be free to pass.  But it was one of those days when progress was a bit slow and it was difficult to stay enthusiastic as the promised BBC sunshine stayed above the increasingly unpromising cloud cover.  The Christmas shopping traffic and the road closure at East Croydon did not help, but at least the runners and walkers in South Norwood Country Park were all pleasant.  Nevertheless when we got to the last point of choice we reassessed our options and voted unanimously for the warmer and closer and tastier Branching Out cafe at Elmers End.

There the Apple and Almond cake was a pleasant relief from the grey drizzle which was by now setting in.  Trouble is, we had either to remount or negotiate overnight accommodation at the cafe (there's a nice Italian restaurant opposite).  But Ken was keen to get back before dark to we saddled up and pedalled off, remembering to take a picture on the way.


The usual suspects near Croydon Crown Court

It had been good for us to get out and get some exercise.  And a lesson in bike maintenance.  If I'm going to dig deep for gravel, I'll do it with plenty of time to spare in case of catastrophe.


Sunday, 9 November 2025

Autumn Almanac. Nonsuch 1-o-clockers to Eight on the River, 8 November

 A perfect day for cycling; the weather clearing to become bright Autumn sunshine, a cool wind mild for November.  Why so few in shorts and short sleeves?

Twenty folk turned up at The Mansion in Nonsuch Park (though one, Steve H, was an hour early for the 2-o-clock show!). Steve was eventually to be joined by nine others so, with Colin doing his own thing, there were twenty eight Saturday riders out on the road.

Steve W took the usual racing crew to Teddington which left me with nine to take at a more modest pace.  The rota suggested Bushy Park or Hampton Court and the popular vote was for Molesey Boat Club, because us South Londoners don't naturally go oop North.

The refusal of at least one of our band to ride the extremely poor surface of the park path towards Sparrow Farm meant we circumnavigated the park to the East in order to get to Worcester Park, but otherwise it was our regular route through Tolworth and Long Ditton.

By the time we got to Old Father, the Boat Club was resplendent in the sunshine and we supped tea outside on the balcony.  I know theirs is a very different, and probably more demanding sport, but I always feel welcome there as a fellow-exerciser.  And the young lady said "Have a nice ride, lads" as we left, so I am definitely going there again.

Nine on the River

The ride home through Molesey, Weston Green and Surbiton was so enjoyable that I did not stop to tip a bucket of waste over the anti-Catholic preacher at Surbiton.  I know it's Guy Fawkes week, but really.....

Second-time rider Saddaf got the bus from Malden Road (she had a folding bike), and after we had seen her safely off it was getting dark; completely so by the time we got home.  So, a healthy 50km door-to-door but we'll have to cut it down a bit as the winter bites deeper.  But otherwise a splendid day out with excellent company.

 

Nonsuch 2-o-clockers to Merton Abbey Mills, 8 November

 By Anne & John Connaughton


Ten riders left Nonsuch along its torturous surface to the London Rd gate. From there it was a familiar route to Worcester Park and we successfully manoeuvred the lights to cross into Green Lane. Leaving the traffic behind we passed by the Riding School and a part of Worcester Park/ Morden that always surprises us with its existence.
The weather was mild, the sun was shining, the Autumn leaves were beautiful- a perfect afternoon for a cycle ride.  We found our way into Morden Park, enjoying the views when we got to the top of the hill, then rejoined the road to Morden.

Before long, we were entering Morden Hall Park. It was busy there with families, dog walkers, other cyclists so we kept a slow pace enjoying the park.  Past Deen City Farm which we were pleased to see was teeming with visitors.  We stopped for coffee at M.E.D in Merton Abbey Mills, most of us finding outdoor seating in the sunshine. Tony and Mark sat indoors.


At M.E.D


Our return route was along the Wandle Trail then up towards St Helier Hospital. Sharon and Steve peeled off as we headed down into Sutton along Grenell Rd and various side roads. We took a route past the bus station and roads well known to us, crossing the A217 to pass the Red Lion pub and back to Nonsuch Park just as the light was fading.
A pleasant ride of 12 miles and a lovely afternoon with Kirsten, Sharon, Karen, Laisim, Kwong, Tony, Mark and Steve.

Saturday, 1 November 2025

A ride through the woods; Nonsuch 1-o-clockers shorter ride 1 November

Glory be to God for dappled things.

Gerald Manley Hopkins wrote these lines in 1877, sixty years after the invention of the bicycle, and they came to me today riding through the trees but I decided that the poet could not have experienced the ocular challenge of the dappled road in winter sun, the brilliance temporarily blinding me like a paparazzo's flashbulb a dozen times a minute.

We had a debutante today in the form of Saddaf, Navaid's wife.  Having been persuaded to come to the meeting at the Mansion, she had shied away from coming on the ride itself but we let Stuart lead the speedos out on what sounded like a really intriguing ride to Putney and promised her a modest ride at a modest pace and she came.  I think she was glad she did.  We were glad.

I set out with Anna, Roger, Ken, Jasmine, Navaid, Saddaf, and John B with Maggie backmarking and we used the standard route to Ashtead, modified slightly in the light of John A's Wednesday route, which I rather liked.  Sadly John B's knee caused him to turn home before we climbed by Epsom Hospital, and Jasmine left for home after tea because Walton was in the opposite direction to that we were taking.  And we were blessed with sunny weather, enjoying our afternoon tea and coffee and cake al fresco on Ashtead High Street; I wonder if we will get to do that again before the Spring.


Afternoon tea at Handley's on Ashstead High Street

It was in Ashtead just after the photo was taken that the skies took on a more threatening aspect but a few specks of rain seemed only to add to the charm of the densely leafed autumnal forest paths on John's route through Ashtead and Epsom Commons and we sauntered along exchanging politenesses with the several walkers out in their rain gear.  What a splendid way to spend a Saturday. 

We used the paths behind the old mental hospitals in Horton and returned to Nonsuch through Ewell, and what a relaxing and pleasant ride it turned out to be, what congenial company.  

It was only nearing home that the rain really started and in the cold and dank of another grey evening I regretted my negative attitude to the earlier sunlight.  

Indeed, Glory be to God for dappled things.


Riding in a group

from Paul There was a potentially serious incident last week during one of the rides. Can I remind everyone that riding safely in a group involves an awareness of others and communication between the riders. I ride with all sections of the club and Saturday riders are not particularly good at this. If someone in front signals a hazard, such as a car or a pothole, that message needs to be passed down the line. If the group splits because of an incident, that fact needs to be passed forward to the leader so that he can safely stop. If anyone wishes to stop or to turn, or to slow down, please signal and call out "stopping" or "slowing down" so that those behind can take appropriate action. Try not to stop voluntarily (eg for noises coming from the bike or to blow your nose) in a cycle lane on a busy road; pick a drive or a side turning or somewhere else safe, and signal. Do not ride close to the person in front. In a car you would leave a two second gap; a bike stops less efficiently than a car. If in doubt, please read the ride guidelines on the SW London CTC site; they are brief and quite simple but for the safety and enjoyment of us all.

Thursday, 30 October 2025

Richmond to Kew towpath reopening

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Tuesday, 28 October 2025

A Leisurely Ride to Teddington Lock; from Nonsuch, 25 October

 

Report by Roger


The rides to Carshalton and Leatherhead did not appeal to me, so when someone suggested having tea in “the Flying Cloud” we decided to head for Teddington Lock.

Maggie Anna, Sharon Ken and Mark thought coffee at The Flying Cloud was a good idea too and we were joined by Jenny who usually rode with CTC Portsmouth but had ridden with the Saturday riders when she had been in the area previously.

We set off up the track from the Mansion leading out to The London Road and to our dismay, found that it had been dressed with a deep loosely gravelled surface that made for uncomfortable and unstable cycling.

At the park gates Maggie announced that she had suffered a puncture and blamed the new dressing on the path.  Sharon sympathised as that the same path had been responsible for her suffering   two punctures only the week before.

 Maggie decided to abandon the ride and make her way back to the mansion.

We crossed into Sparrow farm road and made our usual way to Cheam Common Road and the junction at Worcester Park.

Stopped on an adverse slope at the lights by the junction with” The Hollands” we pulled away up the incline slowly gaining momentum.

 I was alerted by Anna shouting that someone had come off their bike and on returning found that Jenny had ridden into the back of Sharon who had been forced to slowdown to avoid coming into contact with Ken. Jenny complained of a sore shoulder and a strained neck and  superficial damage to her bike but she was otherwise unhurt.

It was accepted that in this case there was no time to shout a warning of “Stopping” as evasive action took priority. Perhaps the lesson here is to ride with longer gaps between bikes when starting off on inclines, or to ride offset to the bike in front in case they have to stop without a warning.  [* please see comment below]

Jenny opted to abandon the ride and return to the mansion, so Anna accompanied her, saying that she would catch us up later.

So now the seven that started out had reduced to four. We cycled into a headwind with the occasional heavy gusts hinting at the several short showers later

We carried on up the cycle lane on the London road, turning into South Lane through the underpass and turning left at Thetford Road onto Windsor Avenue and past the sportsground and along the trail past Berrylands alongside the Hogsmill and the sewage treatment works to Kingston.

Making use of the signposted cycle routes we made our way to Kingston High Street, turning left before the bridge to ride alongside the riverside walk and parallel to the Thames Path we picked up Barge Walk which for once was not seething with walkers and other cyclists and carried on until it became Three Cranes walk.

We crossed on the suspension bridge next to the weir and made it to a rather quiet “Flying Cloud”. The cakes were as lovely as always and we had barely been handed our coffee when Ken spotted a flash of” Dayglo orange” travelling at speed and a few seconds later Anna joined us having barely broken sweat and extolling the virtue of her Giant “Anytour” electric bike.

As it was by now becoming gloomy and threatening more rain it was decided to take the quickest route back to Kingston, so we exited the Flying cloud and turned immediately left down Ferry Street leading on to and ultimately across on the cycle lane over Kingston bridge. We retraced our steps back to Worcester Park where we went our separate ways. This was a short but eventful ride of about 20 miles which when the sun shone was delightful, especially alongside the river, but at times was a damp reminder that winter is not far off.