Mick, Jenny and Yvonne left Scorton in the direction of Moulton and Mid Tyas. Yvonne had passed James mending a puncture near Brompton on Swale and,after a phone call, arranged for him to catch us up on the route somewhere on the way to Croft. Unfortunately James took a different route through Mid Tyas while Jenny was putting her chain back on and managed to arrive in Croft ahead of the small group. We eventually met up in Hurworth and shortly afterwards found Liz and Judith who were coming in the opposite direction from Brompton in order to make a shorter ride.
Jenny’s Hilly Ride from Reeth to Askrigg 5 August 2015
Posted by Bernadine McDonald on 28 August 2015
Riders: Jenny, John, Graham, Jill, Mike & Liz, Bernadine
Although initially put off by the hilliness, I thought I would give this ride a go and was more inclined to do so on the basis that two people similar to my capability had said they would be going. In the event, they didn’t attend (mentioning no names, except to say that M and D know who they are and I don’t mean my Mummy and Daddy!) Looking at the field of riders, therefore, I knew I would always be number seven!
Martin's Memorial Ride - Bransdale Loop - Saturday 25 July 2015
Posted by Lyn Rogers on 14 August 2015
Thirteen of us met at the Ryeburn Ice Cream Parlour in Helmsley for a 30 mile (hilly) ride around Bransdale Loop. The group included Liz, Paul, Anth, Mike and Liz, Berni and Bella, Peter, James and Barbara, Jenny, Lyn and Steve. It was an excellent turn out for such a memorable day much of which was spent cursing, no no - remembering Martin and the lovely hills he liked to cycle. Bransdale was a favourite ride of Martin's and we soon began to realise why!
Liz's Ride Wednesday 15 July 2015 Roots Café to Fletcher's Farm Cafe, Little Ayton
Posted by Bernadine McDonald on 29 July 2015
Seventeen riders set off as a group from Roots café, but the chain was soon broken, literally! The gang became strung out after Liz went up the bank through Hutton Rudby and her chain broke.
I won't make any puns about the missing link amongst us, suffice to say that Barbara went ahead, calling out for a chain link extractor. Vic called out from behind the hedge as she went past "I've got one" but his boasts went unheard. (He also made his trademark comment at a later point, "you're not here to enjoy yourselves").
Seven cyclists turned up to join me at Brough for a long and hilly wednesday ride circumnavigating Cross Fell. After a gentle start through the Westmorland villages via Appleby, the ride got a bit more strenuous with the delights of the climb up Hartside, the fast downhill to Alston, a climb over Yad Moss, another fast downhill to Middleton in Teesdale, and a climb up past the reservoirs over Shot Moss and back downhill to Brough.
Honister & Whinlatter passes from Keswick Wednesday 1st July, 2015
Posted by Carol Charlton on 9 July 2015
We had invited Cyclists to meet at the Keswick Lakeside Car Park for our ride, prior to our walk up Cat Bells with the Walking section the next day. We had picked a great spell of weather for this 2 day break but in all honesty, we could have done with cooler conditions. The car thermometer read 27 degrees when we reached the Car Park prior to our ride. We greeted our group of 11 and set off through Keswick, Portinscale and onto Grange where we had our first coffee stop.
Steve & Carol’s A2C, (Aspatria to Carnforth) 8th – 12th June, 2015
Posted by Carol Charlton on 21 June 2015
Monday 8th June
We set off around 3pm by car with bikes on the back to drive to Carnforth. We stopped for tea and cake on the way near Ravenstonedale and then onwards to book into our nice B & B – Capernwray House, 3 miles from Carnforth where we planned to leave our car until collection at the end of our cycle tour. We had a bar meal at a nearby Pub which was fine but the Landlord was Mr. Dreary and the pub was tired. Back to our B & B for a good night’s sleep.
What a gorgeous day for a gentle ride over the moors to The Bike Cafe at Fremington. Only Four people set off from Ravensworth and another, Dave, joined us near Marske. The moor birds were calling, the lambs were bleating and the army were shooting.