|Brighton & Hove Clarion Cycling Club|
Dear fellow members and friends
So far this year with only one exception I've organised and led all the rides. As things stand, I should be OK for the coming 'Clarion Sundays' until the end of August. But after that there will be one or two occasions that I won't be available. Joyce has leapt into the breach in the past – and last year Chris did once or twice – and maybe will be able to again. But don't let this deter anyone else who'd like to organise something. I can help with the planning if required. Let me know.
Bob and John's Epic Ride
Bob and I are now in the final stages of preparation for London Edinburgh London (see www.audax.uk.net/el/index.htm for additional details and the entry lists). We will be in the 08.15 start group from Thorne, Doncaster on Saturday 23rd and we have to ride to Dalkeith via Castle Howard, Canonbie and Tushielaw before retracing to Thorne, on to London and back to Thorne by the early hours of Thursday morning.
Bob has done megamiles with an End to End and a Manche Med. I have had to content myself with Audax rides. A ride like this is often achieved more in the head than with the legs although you need those too. It also leads to a sore behind but there is some enjoyment on the way. We will be in touch after the event, may even achieve a writeup if we can remember what happened.
We'll loop round to Cuckfield, take the 'back entrance' route to Borde Hill and then enjoy the splendid view of the Ouse Viaduct - familiar to everyone from train journeys to London but even more impressive from ground level.
On to Balcombe – with the possibility of a stop at the Half Moon. Then round (and across one arm of) the Ardingly Reservoir to Ardingly – another possible lunch stop = the Gardeners' Arms - then to the Bluebell Railway station at Horsted Keynes. Skirting Horsted Keynes itself we make for Lindfield – tea by the pond – and then back to Haywards Heath.
Catch 10.58 from Brighton Station or meet at Haywards Heath station at 11.19. Southern trains back at 28 minutes past the hour (Thameslink at 3 and 33 minutes past).
Tessa and Marilyn at Polegate station
The weather was perfect as we set off on the Cuckoo Trail enjoying the dappled shade. We soon took a turning onto a bridleway that led us across the A22 on a bridge parallel to the Cuckoo Trail. We continued through the small roads of Pevensey Levels to Westham and Pevensey Castle where a passer by offered to photograph us with the castle as a backdrop. He left his sunglasses behind but we chased after him to return them.
Neil, Manu, Tessa, Marilyn and Helen at Pevensey Castle (the passer by who took the photo of the whole group didn't press the button hard enough!)
Tessa, Marilyn and Helen at Pevensey Castle
We headed down to the sea at Cooden Beach having voted not to take a detour to Norman's Bay. It was lovely to get a glimpse of the sea and feel the cooling breeze, especially as we were about to meet our first hill!
A brief stop to pump up Helen's tyre turned into a rather longer interlude as it kept deflating yet didn't seem to be a puncture and so baffled everyone.
Once sorted we carried on, rather hungry by now, for 5 miles to the Red Lion at Hooe, contending with more hills on the way. The menu was varied and delicious and Ian pointed out that the licence had been in the same family since 1912. We obviously looked hungry as we were offered an extra plate of chips for free. We fell on it even though we had eaten and Ian was quizzed as to the location and distance of the tea stop.
The biggest hill came after lunch, only 3 of us managed it without dismounting. To Wartling down an ungraded road sprouting tufts of grass in the middle. A wider busier road led us south almost to Pevensey roundabout. Although flat it was hard going as we were riding into a headwind.
Back along the levels where beyond the reeds I spotted butterflies and horses. Marilyn pointed out a dumped washing machine which shattered my reverie. We passed through Rickney and back on to the Cuckoo Trail. We nearly missed the turning for the Old Loom Mill where we were just in time to order tea and cakes from a rather fraught staff. It had obviously been a long hot Sunday. A couple of miles back to the station where we went our separate ways after a delightful day out.