19/5/24
Hot day ride on the Linear Recumbent.
Plan: NCN 551 past the back gate to Nantwich. NCN 451 to Wrenbury. NCN 45 from Wrenbury, then Cholmondeley, Bickerton, Burwardsley and back via Tiverton. Didn’t actually work out that way, as I hurtled downhill past the turn off for NCN 45 to Burwardsley and ended up in Tattenhall instead. I then followed NCN 45 backwards and followed NCN 70 to Beeston, past the Shady Oak pub on the Shropshire Union Canal and turned for Tiverton after that.
So...
I got started late this morning so by the time I’d done various jobs I didn’t get out on the bike until after lunch. It was already pretty warm so after slapping on a load of sun cream I took it easy. I’d had a plan to include some Chester Greenway today but due to shortage of time I trimmed it back. Maybe next time.
As I headed towards Wettenhall there were signs relating to the Nantwich Triathlon, and markers pointing out the worst potholes on the route. I was passed by a few cyclists along the way but I couldn’t be bothered to make even a token semblance of speed. If they wanted to get all overheated and sweaty, that was their choice. I was going to stay chilled as much as possible, dude.
As I passed under the Crewe-Chester railway line then heaved over the bridge of the Middlewich branch of the Shropshire Union Canal I noticed that the Wettenhall Marina was open, under new management. I took a detour therein as I fancied an ice cream even after just the few miles I’d done. Sitting in the shade eating my ice cream I could see that the fine weather had brought the crowds to the outdoor tables. Boats chugged through the lock, walkers passed along the canal, water birds gathered to receive their due from their admirers. Overall, a busy scene.
In due course, I got under way in pursuit of peace and quiet. Through Cholmondeston, the surface had been extensively re done, and as I came to a dip over a bridge I was able to get a run up where previously I would have been rattling about over some impressively gnarly potholes. The surface was improved as far as the junction with the Chester-Wrexham road outside Nantwich. Once I’d crossed over into Welshman’s Lane I was back into filling-rattling eyeball-vibrating territory again. There was little traffic so I was able to use most of the road in the interests of a smooth ride.
There were shady spots so I dawdled my way into Nantwich. Not much traffic about, I was able to take in the quaintness of Welsh Row as I trundled leisuredly through and right into the gradual uphill road that leads to the steep canal bridge that heralds the Wrenbury road.
I found myself speeding up a little as I headed down into the dip which climbs back up again to Ravensmoor. I found myself heating up so eased off but then attacked another dip to get momentum up the other side, climbed a couple of humped canal bridges then stopped in a lay by in the shade to have a drink of water. As I set off again I saw a “beware hedgehogs” sign which I photographed.
Nearly in Wrenbury. I was tempted to stop at the post office shop for an ice cream but there was little shade so I carried on. A couple of very suntanned mature ladies on mountain bikes came the other way and one muttered, “you ought to have a flag”. Really? I don’t think so.
I came to the Llangollen Canal with its lift bridge so stopped for a photo and walk about.
Beyond that the lanes were pleasantly shady encouraging steady trundling. I soon reached the A49 which I crossed.
I came to the entrance to Cholmondeley Castle Gardens. Although there were staff there the signs said “Gardens Closed”. Two of the staff were having a heated argument which wasn’t a good look. I raised my (fortunately invisible) eyebrows as I rolled past. Once past that bit of discordancy it was pleasant as the road slowly climbed through the mature trees thereabouts. There were occasional unwelcoming signs stating “Private Property”, Keep Out” and so on. I didn’t see anything actually saying “Trespassers will be shot” but that seemed to be the general idea.
I stopped at one of the closed entrances, opposite the lane to Malpas, to have a drink and take a photo or two. I had the feeling that I was on someone’s CCTV. “I say, Smithers, if that blighter takes another step in that direction, be a good fellow and unleash the hounds”. “Roger”.
I finished my drink and took the hint to clear orff as we don’t want your sort round here, apparently.
I remembered the lane to Malpas from several years ago when I was scoping out routes to Shrewsbury and Newtown, trying to find the least hilly route. I soon scrubbed off any route involving Malpas as it’s on top of a hill from most directions. I was grateful not to be going that way today. Bickerton was going to be my next waypoint.
The route was up and down but not very steep. Is the NCN losing its touch? I carried on through Bickerton, then came to a crossroads with the A534.
I got across, then double checked my map. Definitely on the right road for Harthill. The road was easy going for a few miles then it reared up steeply. The Linear managed it no problem, with plenty of gears to go.
I stopped at the top of the hill next to a graveyard. There was a distinctive family tomb next to the road. The road continued steeply down the other side. I gave in to gravity. Just a mo, shouldn’t there be a turning for Burwardsley on the right here somewhere? Yep, there it went, hurtling by. I was enjoying the downhill too much to turn back, rushing down between the high hedgebanks. I knew that I could rejoin the route at Tattenhall. However, another short sharp hill raised itself in front of me before I could relax a bit on the Cheshire Plain. The Linear polished that off without too much drama. Then there was a flat stretch for a few miles before turning right at a T junction to Tattenhall. Right again in Tattenhall.
I was enjoying the Georgian ambience when a boy on a mountain bike said, “wanna race?” I replied, “well, you’d have to have started about thirty miles ago if you wanted to catch me up”. He hung on for a while then said. “how are you actually riding that thing, anyway?” “Practice”, I said. Next time I looked in my mirror, he’d gone.
I carried on and eventually came to my turn off. Distant glimpses of Beeston Castle became closer. It all crept up very slowly then suddenly there it was, towering above.
My left turn came, and everything arrived at once. A steep railway bridge, a neck crickingly high canal bridge near Wharton’s Lock, the Shady Oak pub. I turned into the pub car park to look at my map. One of the best views locally of Beeston Castle is from outside this pub. Unfortunately it was crammed with people this fine evening, so I didn’t take a photo.
I carried on gradually uphill to the T junction with the road between Huxley and Tiverton. NCN 70 goes left, my route went right. Feeling a bit weary, I decided to press on to Tiverton before having a break. Another pleasant Cheshire village to enjoy passing through.
At the junction with the A49 there is a long layby which is a turning point for large vehicles which need to take an alternative route due to a low bridge a little further on. What it lacks is a bench. I ate a packet of crisps while walking up and down, followed by a couple of jelly babies. There is an uphill to a set of traffic lights. My intention was to turn right at the lights then continue to the village of Tilstone Fearnall, then take a previously untried left turn which would bring me out in the lanes not too far from home.
So off I went, more or less rejuvenated, at a steady pace. Right at the lights no problem, arriving at Tilstone Fearnall sooner than expected. Should I take this left turn? Or the next one? This one looked promising, so off I went.
It seemed to be bearing right, which was the way I needed to go, then wound about a bit, which was disorientating. There were no junctions on it, until I came to a T junction with Common Lane. Common Lane was the name of the road leading straight on from the traffic lights at which I had just turned right. Twit! Twit! And thrice twit! Next time, take the next turning. I’d hoped to avoid taking this road as it is narrow and often has fast traffic.
Just got to make the most of it now, hopefully this junction is most of the way along it towards the village of Eaton, which is where I needed to turn off. I got going at a reasonable speed on the downhills though it undulated a fair bit. There wasn’t much traffic. After reaching Eaton I gratefully turned off.
Last time I came this way, in the opposite direction, it seemed a long uphill drag through the lanes. Today, as a bonus, there was a lot of downhill so the speed more than made up for any unpleasantness from the last stretch. I soon came to the junction where I’d have expected to come out if I’d taken the right lane, and it was still easy going, probably due to a following wind.
Before long I was turning left into Hall Lane en route for Darnhall bridge. Down the dip on green, steadily up the other side.
Then the final stretch. Gone 9pm, no street lights on yet. Little traffic about. I would normally have lights on by now but, I’m home.
Distance 42.28 miles. Max 28.5 mph. Average 8.5 mph
Ascent 1260 ft.