Your Ride Today
7/7/23
The forecast was fine for today so last night I had it in mind to have another go at getting to Bridge 74 on the Montgomery Canal and cycling the bit of towpath I’d had to miss last year. At my rate of progress I’d need to start early to cover the 84 or so miles by evening.
However, it was not to be as I found some jobs needed doing this morning.
Instead, I got going at 11 on a local mystery ride instead. I’ve been evaluating the HP velotechnik Spirit recumbent which I bought recently so I’ve not ridden the Linear since my 63 mile trip about a month ago. With the Spirit, I’ve been gradually tweaking the adjustments every time I went out so it was nice to drag the Linear out and just sit on it, and everything just fitted.
In fact it is just unbelievably comfortable with its fairly upright seat and underseat steering.
Out though the gate with a pair of tan chinos, a blue tee shirt, black nondescript shoes, grey cap and shades. I’m using a set of cheapo Aldi track mitts at the moment as one of my ancient crocheted ones has gone AWOL. If the other one turns up, they’ll be pressed into service.
A couple of minutes adjusting mirrors etc then a downhill launch. A slight wobble at first then I get into the familiar rhythm. I find my knees rising and falling more than I’m used to then realise that this bike has 170mm cranks while the Spirit has 160mm ones. Despite the shortness of my legs it’s not a problem, and soon feels familiar again. In no time I’m settled in and rolling comfortably.
I follow a van downhill to the lights at Darnhall bridge and hang back a bit hoping they’ll change for him and let me get a bit of momentum up to attack the other side. They stubbornly remain red and I come to a stop. Finally they change and I twirl my way up the other side, surprisingly easily. There seems to be no wind as I usually find in my face here so I make the most of it. So far I’m going quite well. Up over the summit then level with mild undulations towards Wettenhall. Down a dip, up the other side then right into Long Lane. Not too familiar with this area so I just press on.
After a bit of a zig zag it is indeed a long straight lane. I can hear vehicles coming from far behind but they give me plenty of room. I pass a turning on the right signposted for Eaton so I make a note of it for later. From time to time an immense tractor and trailer goes past.I pass a few impressive old farmhouses but mostly everything is wide open and green.
I pass a turning on the left for Calveley but continue. Soon I hear the traffic on the A51, then I see it flashing past in both directions, so I turn back before reaching it, heading for the junction for Calveley.
I turn right into Calveley Hall Lane. There are several large old houses along here, one of them must have been Calveley Hall but it was secluded behind a high hedge so I only caught a glimpse in passing. I hear another huge tractor and trailer coming up behind so I pull over into a field entrance to give him room. The driver looks down from his lofty cab and raises a hand in acknowledgement. It must be like being king of the world up there. Almost immediately another equally large tractor appears from the other direction. This is going to be interesting. The lane looks too narrow for them to pass. Somehow they both drive on to the extremes of the verge, one pushing into the hedge, and they squeak past each other. They must know their width to the last millimetre.
I continue along this lane. I was going to try to do today’s trip without looking at the map, but when I reach a junction on the left signposted “Calveley School” I’m a bit conflicted. I turn up the lane and come to the school on the left. I’d planned to take a picture of the building but it must have been break time as there were kids in the playground. A sign of the times, maybe, but it’s not a good idea to be seen lurking outside school gates with a camera in this day and age. So I move on up the lane and get the map out to see where this lane goes, and maybe go back to the turning to continue in the direction I was going. I wonder from my brief view of the school building whether it’s a Victorian one sandblasted and restored or a newer one in an older style. On balance I lean towards the former. I doubt that councils have the money to be building schools, and with the population ageing, more likely to be centralising pupils and closing small village ones.
As I look at the map, I see that the lane I’m on leads to Wettenhall with no turnings off, and the lane I’d left leads to the A51. It is tempting to go to the A51 as within about half a mile of the junction the Middlewich branch of the Trent and Mersey meets the Shropshire Union canal at Barbridge Junction with a picturesque bridge then there is a lane back to Wettenhall. Then again, I can’t recall coming this way before so I decide to carry on out of curiosity.
I put my map away and as I’m zipping my bag I hear a tractor and trailer coming my way past the school. Before I know it, it’s blasted past in a cloud of dust and grass stalks. The peak of my cap flutters and as I grab at it, it flips back over my head and lands somewhere behind me. I retrieve it from a patch of nettles and cram it back on. I see the tractor and trailer turn into a field way ahead on the right. I get aboard and am ready to launch when another tractor and trailer emerge from the field so I sit tight and hold on to my hat. Another cloud of dust and grass stalks then I’m under way.
From the way they’re tearing about there must be some pressure on to get the hay in.
It’s getting warm now and I’m grateful for the self generated breeze. The lane gently undulates, makes a few turns then I pass another, smaller red tractor cutting the grass on the verge on the right, outside a large house. The breeze blows a cloud of grass dust over me as I pass by. I’m making the acquaintance of a lot of grass today. I’m fortunate not to suffer from hay fever. I come to the staggered crossroads at Wettenhall. I go left and still enjoy some easy pedalling. Summertime, and the living is easy.
I come to the junction with Long Lane and decide to explore that turn off to Eaton further along it. I continue, wondering if it will come out on the A51 itself, or on to another lane beforehand with the option of turning off. I come to the signposted turnoff and turn right. It really is a minor lane, badly surfaced and gently undulating as it winds aimlessly about. There is no breeze, nothing about. I dawdle, freewheeling here, pedalling slowly in ridiculously high gear there. Will I get over this tiny summit without pedalling...yes, no, maybe, yeees, then rolling at 0.001mph and gathering some speed to get up the other side then over the top, one twirl of the pedals then downhill. Sometimes it’s just nice to indulge in cycling silliness, release the inner child. Oh well, got that spasm of whimsicality out of the system, better press on. The surface improves and unexpectedly I reach a T junction. There is a sign post opposite. Well, a post. Either someone has pinched the direction signs or they’ve fallen off. I look about, but just see anonymous Cheshire farmland. I don’t recognise anything. Ha! Says the universe. You’ve had your go at silliness. Now it’s my turn. I grit my teeth. Must. Not. Look. At. The. Map. Supposed to get lost, that’s the point, and anyway I’ve already cheated and had my illicit cartographic fix for today. I mentally toss a coin and turn right. I pass Oulton Grange. Several farms. I’m hoping for a turning to the left towards Oulton Park but it seems increasingly likely that I should have turned left.
Unexpectedly quickly, I come to the T junction on Wettenhall road and turn left. Steady progress to Darnhall village Hall where the Kit Kat in my bag beckons. I stop there on a handy bench for a short rest.
Next comes the drop down to Darnhall bridge where the traffic lights stand like impassive sentinels. A car goes by and I follow it slowly to the lights expecting them to change to green within seconds. I roll so slowly it’s like a solo slow bicycle race and end up stopping behind the car. Naturally the lights change at that point.
I don’t find the climb out of the dip at Darnhall bridge too taxing and soon get up to speed again. I’m beginning to feel the heat by now and the hot breeze as I trundle along isn’t helping much. I feel my face burning.
After I hear voices behind me I expect a bunch of roadies to come flying past but they follow me into the teeming metropolis where I live, at my slothful 13mph. I signal right to get onto the pavement for the last few yards to my back gate. As they go past I see they’re a man and a woman on bikes and though they are wearing lycra I don’t think they are particularly sporty; maybe curious about me and the bike.
As I get going again on the pavement a group of youths on mountain bikes turn right from a road on the left, maybe following NCN 551. They are chattering amongst themselves then go quiet until one says, “Hooarr, sick bike!”. Another says, “Gissa ride!”. I ding my bell, wave, and laugh and they go on their way.
I get through the gate, go inside and cool off under the fan. Just a short one today. Not enjoying this heat.
Distance 16.66 miles. Max speed 22.5 mph. Average speed 8.5 mph. According to Garmin.
Altitude gained 304ft. According to Bikehike.