The unmistakable Severn Bridge, gateway to Wales
Eleven riders assembled outside of the Town Hall Saturday morning at the earlier time. Whilst we waited for any latecomers, Pete B used the time wisely by quickly popping into the Co-op to buy a bunch of bananas. Once these had been distributed, we were on our way.
As a club we have always taken a relaxed view regarding the wearing of club kit on rides and left it as a matter of personal choice. There's nothing to suggest that this policy will ever change, but there's no denying that riding in close formation with a generous smattering of green, we looked pretty impressive.
As a club we have always taken a relaxed view regarding the wearing of club kit on rides and left it as a matter of personal choice. There's nothing to suggest that this policy will ever change, but there's no denying that riding in close formation with a generous smattering of green, we looked pretty impressive.
Cycling conditions were near perfect; little or no wind and enough sun to feel warm without overheating. After a lively pace on the B4040 to Sherston, we eased back on the throttle.
The grade 1 listed Severn Bridge never fails to delight. The sense of anticipation gently simmered in the peloton and gradually rose to boiling point as we rumbled onto the bridge.
Up until the bridge was opened in 1966, unless you wanted to take the long way around through Gloucester, crossings had to be made by car ferry. For an interesting glimpse of life in a bygone age, follow the link here to British Pathe's excellent newsreel site. It only lasts a minute or so.
The Anglo-Welsh poet Harri Webb marked the occasion with this ode:
Two lands at last connected
Across the waters wide,
And all the tolls collected
On the English side.
The Anglo-Welsh poet Harri Webb marked the occasion with this ode:
Two lands at last connected
Across the waters wide,
And all the tolls collected
On the English side.
The Phoenix Welsh male voice choir at Pye Corner
(click once to enlarge the pictures)
(click once to enlarge the pictures)
Pye Corner in Chepstow is a real suntrap. Over refreshments we were serenaded by the Phoenix Welsh male voice choir from Swansea who are sponsored by Specsavers. The deal means that they have to perform outside branches of Specsavers and there just happens to be one across the road out of camera shot.
'Cyclists Welcome' displayed on the chalk board
Apart from the pesky wasps attracted by our moist, gooey cakes and Phil and Peter C's savoury offerings, this was an enjoyable pit-stop. The cafe has reported the troublesome winged invaders to the Council, but it's apparently a problem afflicting lots of establishments in the area and there's not much they can do.
Peek aboo!
Riders getting ready to depart
With the choir eager to re-hydrate at the neighbouring Lion public house, we saddled up for the return journey. The only deviation being our route back to the Severn Bridge, this time through Bulwark. Of course this meant that the outward descents would now become ascents, the most notable of which being the 14% climb up to Hawkesbury Upton.
You can follow the route to Chepstow and back here.
Between Alveston and Tytherington we split into two groups of six and five riders. Later, just after the village hall at Didmarton, the smaller group were surprised to come across Howard and Paul on the day's shorter ride. Mike's insatiable appetite for more miles saw him joining the duo as they headed off towards Badminton.
With summer (not that we've really ever had one) fading fast, our attention will soon turn to our annual excursion to Marlborough. Details to follow once this has been discussed by the movers and shakers.