The weather was perfect on Saturday 9th August for the "beginners" all day Saturday ride to West Horsley.
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The weather was perfect on Saturday 9th August for the "beginners" all day Saturday ride to West Horsley.
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Rob's Elite! |
From Stuart Allen
Report for 14:00 ride on 09/08/25
I was unable to go on the All Day ride today due to family commitments but I was able to go on the 14:00 ride. I suspected that it could be a leisurely ride so I opted to take the heaviest of my four bikes. When I got to the Mansion House in Nonsuch Park, there were a few cyclists there already including Sue, who I had bumped into earlier in the week in Worcester Park. She told us that since she and I met, she’d lost the sight in her right eye! Her vision had returned a little but it was blurry and she was due to have an operation on Monday to improve things. There was also a lady there called Jenny. She was from a CTC group in the South West and was visiting relatives in Mitcham. She sussed out our group and came along for a ride. Alas, her chain had broken and we were unable to fix it. She may ride with us in the future.
I offered to lead the ride and asked if there were any preferences for the destination. The consensus seemed to be Eight on the River at East Molesey, as we know a fairly flat course. Five of us set off out of Nonsuch Park but by the time we got to the Sparrow Farm Road exit, there was already consternation about the state of the path, which is lethal for cyclists in a few places. They've recently "improved" the path and it’s mostly OK but there are about three stretches where the shale has not been compacted and your wheels slip about all over the place. On behalf of CTC, I am going to report it to Hannah, who is a local councillor at Epsom and Ewell Council and lives in my road, to see if we can get it fixed. (I’ve got form having recently got double yellow lines extended by Sutton Council at a junction near where I live where there have been two accidents.)
Anyway, we continued our ride and I was right about the pace
being leisurely. As we know, the speed we go at is dictated by the slowest
rider in the group. Before we got to Worcester Park we’d lost our backmarker
who'd decided to go his own way. Then there were four. I decided to forgo a
backmarker and just kept an eye on the back of the group. I made my way to a
cycle path that runs alongside the Kingston to Raynes Park railway, a lovely
path free of traffic. We turned off just before the A3 and rode along the A3
slip road to the Robin Hood Gate of Richmond Park. Straight on and out through
Ham Gate, then over Teddington Bridge. I’d decided to ask the group whether we
still wanted to go to Eight or alternatively, The Pheasantry in Bushey Park or
the Flying Cloud, just next door to where we stopped. We were worried that
Eight would close at 16:00 and, as it was then about 15:30, we decided to go to
the Flying Cloud. Grant, who will be 89 shortly but was by no means the slowest
in the group on his “classic” bike, kept us amused by showing us pictures his
father had taken of the previous Teddington Bridge in the 1920s! He has
numerous bikes, the oldest being built in 1951, the year I was born!
We continued back on the “usual” route through Bushey Park,
Hampton Court, Thames Ditton, Long Ditton, up Ditton Hill, Tolworth, Old
Malden, Worcester Park and back to Nonsuch Park. I told the group in Bushey
that I was going to give it some welly and that I’d see them at the exit of the
park. I rode hard and got round the big roundabout near the exit and only one
got to the exit before me. By the end, it was about 17:30. An enjoyable ride in
lovely weather.
By
Steve H.
With
the long ride going to Stoke D’Abernon on Saturday afternoon, the Famous Five
of Phillip, John, Sue, Karen and myself leading set off for a riparian
adventure along the Wandle Trail. We left Nonsuch under rather gloomy skies and
made our way through Cheam past the Red Lion pub (no stopping!) to cross the
A217 dual carriageway, mercifully clear in both directions for once. Thence along
the bottom of Sutton to view the scenic bus garage, across Angel Hill at the
traffic lights and up past All Saints Church, Benhilton. A campanologist friend
tells me that this church contains one of the few rings of bells in the
neighbourhood, a peal of eight at which he has done the honours on occasions.
From
there along All Saints Road with me trying to remember which of the four left hand
turnings was the right one, Wood something or other. Ah yes, with Woodend duly selected
we carried on up to Grenell Road and onto the path across Rosehill Park East. I
understand that this was one of the first bike paths created in the borough and
the open space gives a good view to the south-west. This leads to St Helier Hospital
where we crossed over to Robertsbridge Road which represents ‘top of climb’. The
odd thing is that the route then leads you slightly downhill to Poulter Park
and the River Wandle, it always feels to me as though the river is too high up at
this point and that we haven’t descended enough.
The
River Wandle used to be an industrial sewer with all the factories and dye
works along its banks but with the demise of such activities and a general
clean-up it now resembles a clear chalk stream in places. People fish along it these
days, we passed one chap trying his luck although we didn’t enquire whether he
had caught anything.
The
ride took us along the river heading towards Hackbridge where the path runs
through the beautiful Community Garden; a kind lady took a group photograph of
us there among the flowers and ornaments.
Following the river upstream brought us to Carshalton Grove and the outdoor Sassis café where we ran into Paul and Maggie, metaphorically speaking. They were with their grandchildren, the lure of ice cream and mini golf had obviously proved irresistible, to the kids of course.
Suitably refreshed, we left Paul and his grandson competing for the Augusta Green Jacket while we crossed Carshalton High Street to make our way back towards Cheam, taking on the climb up Wales Avenue with myself leading gallantly from the back (way back…).
Sue
and I were the last survivors when we reached the Mansion, ironically in warm
sunshine, but a good time was had by all with lashings of tea and cake into the
bargain.