A Rides

   7 of us arrived at the jam packed station car park, Larry & Neil had a job finding somewhere to park, it seemed something was going on at the rugby club. Myself, Sue, Larry, Andy, Jumper, Neil & Wendy, were ready to go, but not before I fell off my bike standing still, breaking a spoke in my back wheel in the process. Heading towards Bittaford & under the railway arches for our first climb of the day, & up to Moorhaven. Then I decided to take a small diversion off route & turned on to the Owley lane. Along a bit to tackle a bit of rough stuff down what used to be a nice lane, but had deteriorated a bit over the years. Back on route again, we clipped the outskirts of South Brent, heading for Harbourneford  & on to Buckfastleigh. At Dean Prior, we were passed by a load of classic sport cars & Mini’s on their way to a classic car rally. Joining the Ashburton road before swinging a right for Pridhamsleigh & the long climb up to Five Lanes junction. On to some nice lanes with extensive views over the countryside, picking out old Hill Fort sites, (where was Dave when you need him) On Brittany Ferries back from his French adventure. Then to our first stop at Hill House Nursery for coffee & cakes, sitting out in the garden of this lovely oasis, basking in the sunshine with a friendly Robin hopping about waiting for some cake some of our group were stuffing down.

   On the way again, walking through the lovely churchyard to hit the tarmac & back on our bikes. Now we headed for Wash &  Bumpston Cross to join the lane for Staverton, it was along here that I came across an Unmetaled Road sign that I had not been along before. So time for another off-road adventure, which turned out to be quite rideable, bringing us out to just before Ben's farm shop. Now it was on to the main road and to cross the river Dart before joining the cycle path up to the Rattery road. From here, up hill & down dale to arrive at the Church House Inn for a refreshing pint, again sitting outside in the garden taking in the glorious sunshine.

   Time for the final leg back to Ivybridge passing through Avonwick, South Brent to arrive back at the station car park, here Sue & I said our farewells before heading home. What a magic day, I think everyone enjoyed the warmth & sunshine, finally getting shot of that cold wind that had persisted of late. 32 miles travelled.

   Trevor

    Despite waking up to a shower and believing the day might be a wash-out we were pleasantly surprised to have only a few drops of rain across the whole ride. This was most welcomed as Wendy had spent some considerable time in planning the route and getting used to using the 'Plotaroute' app.

   Assembled at the grass triangle in Plympton, myself, Wendy, Andy, Dave and Larry learned from Trevor that we would be meeting Sue at Cornwood as she was feeling a little under the weather. Graham Reed from the B Group also joined us at the start. 

   As we travelled towards the moor, Larry and myself, and I am sure others, marvelled at this year's Lamb population - great to see them frolicking and a sure sign that Spring had indeed arrived.

   Several times during our ride Trevor took us on off-road excursions e.g. boggy, rocky, grassy trails which I, for one, enjoyed! One of these off-route changes took us through Slade estate, where we came across the impressive past works of Isambard Kingdom Brunel (see picture). Unfortunately, as we were leaving the area we spotted a train going over the bridge and all agreed that this would have made an even better photo.

   When we arrived at the Cornwood Inn, we were disappointed to learn that Sue did not feel well enough to join the ride. Sue of course then missed the long, steep incline up to the moor. 

   As we passed the turning for Lee Moor, Larry spotted a cycle marker in the ground (see picture). We were not sure who or what institution had placed it there, but we could not resist the opportunity to pose for a piccy! A pleasant dog-walker insisted that he take a picture of us, as he could see Larry and I struggling to see who should take and who should be in the picture.

Graham decided to leave us to get breakfast just before we turned off towards Cadover. 

With Cadover behind us, and heading towards Burrator Reservoir, Trevor decided to take us on yet another off-road trail - mostly grass and pleasant views, it must be said. 

    Trevor and Larry, showing their age and the fact that they were on non-electric bikes, decided to miss the ride around Burrator and elected to have ice cream at the Burrator Dam instead (the team decided that getting an ice cream and having a rest was intended all along!). Whilst the main group waited for them, Andy decided to go and find Trevor and Larry. Upon finding them, Andy was disappointed to see that he had missed out on the ice cream. We all were as shocked as Larry was to learn that Trevor had bought the ice cream! The team found themselves able to accommodate this transgression, and we continued at pace to the Walkhampton Inn. Apart from myself and Andy failing to fully negotiate the steps inside the pub grounds, the only other notable occurrence was when Larry discussed, in some detail, the pros and cons of going off-road during our rides with Trevor (see picture). 

  Arriving at Clearbrook Trevor bade us farewell as he intended to take a more direct route than planned to Ivybridge.

  Larry, Andy and Dave accepted an invite to join us for a drink as we were passing our home where we enjoyed a chat, coffee and biscuits before they made their way home. Dave pointed out that Larry had had two caffeinated drinks and was showing signs of being on a 'high'.

  Despite being a bit colder than expected, Wendy and I thought this was a good ride, and we look forward to 'crafting' our next.

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Cheers, Neil and Wendy!

   Six of us turned up on this nice, warm & sunny day at Ivybridge station car park, Myself, Sue, Dave, Larry, Andy & Graham. Noticeable by their absence was Bonny who was preparing for her Welsh trip on Monday & Neil/Wendy still not back from their trip to Trump land. We set off on to the lanes passed the rugby club & skirting Filham, about 2 miles out we noticed we had lost Sue. Turned out she had managed to get a puncture, so it was back to help her out. This is 2 weeks on the trot, someone has had a puncture at the beginning of a ride, hope this doesn't turn out to be a regular thing.
    All back in the saddle, we headed for the ridge road passed Shilston Manor before we tried a bit of off-road, been thinking of trying this for a while, but it was always too wet & muddy, now it was nice & dry. Back on tarmac for a while before another nice bit of rough stuff, then it was down to North Huish. From here it was down to cross the river Avon at Bickham Bridge, now it was time for our first steep climb up to the Moreleigh road. It was through this little Hamlet to cross the Kingsbridge road & join the lanes for Blackawton, with the odd hill thrown in. Passing through this quiet village with the pub looking worse for wear & run down, we made our way to Higher Cotterbury & on to Hillfield & Bugford Cross. Swinging a left on to Batchmore Lane & up hill to Hemborough Post, then in to Gardentime nursery for our coffee stop.
    While enjoying our drinks & lunch, it started to cloud over with a drop in temperature, so as we set off again we added a few more layers of clothing. It was now up to the Sportsmans Arms, taking a left & into a bitterly north wind, what a change in the weather, but at least it was dry. Onwards up hill & down dale for Higher Tideford, then on to Tuckenhay following the river & pretty lane to Bow Bridge. There were a few people sitting outside by the stream, but we decided to retire to the warmth of the Waterman arms & alongside a nice warm fire. Sue treated everyone to drinks so we sat there having a good chinwag, Graham alongside the fire chucking on the odd log, Dave unusually checking his phone to see who was following him on Facebook.
  I don't think anyone wanted to make a move, but we dragged ourselfs outside back into the chilly weather to tackle the final leg back to the start. This was a tried & tested route through Painsford, Harbertonford & on to Avonwick, taking the back lane up to South Brent & then back to Ivybridge. Sue & I said our goodbyes at the station to make our final climb back home, with just over 42 miles on the clock & a good hard ride under our belt.

Trevor

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 The start today was at the Torpoint ferry, & a good crowd as the `B` group decided to join us. We had a small hiccup with Andy catching the earlier ferry with Neil & Wendy missing it, so we had to wait at the Torpoint side for them catching the next ferry. All finally assembled With, Myself, Trevor, Dave N., Andy, Neil & Wendy, Graham's J & R, David Jolly, Mike, John D. So the eleven of set off on the usual route heading for Antony, then following the main road to Sheviock. Turning off here on to nice country lanes, we made our way to Narkurs, from here it was the long downhill bit in to Seaton.
  With the beach cafe still closed, it is not the welcoming it once was, so the `B` section decided to leave us here & do their own thing. The `A` section, with Mike joining us, decided to tackle Monkey hill for a change, then head for Looe Golf club near No Man's Land. This turned out to be a good decision because we were able to sit out and enjoy the spring sunshine with good views looking out to sea with Looe island visible. Mike, keeping up the `B` section tradition, had a sausage and egg bap!
  After the stop we went over the A38 towards Menheniot but this time I took a right turn up a hilly lane cutting out Menheniot, which made a nice change, back on to the usual route towards Notter Bridge, here we got a bit of a shock when we found the Pub had closed ! (another casualty) we headed back to Saltash via Hatt, it was still early so we decided to have a stop Carkeel garden centre, Wendy and Neil at this point made there way back home, expecting their cat sitter, after our second stop of the day, we made our way back to Torpoint going over the Tamar Bridge but before this we said our goodbye to David at Saltash, we made our way back to the start.
  I had 35 miles on the clock and two tired legs after a splendid day with good company, Wendy and Neil, Trevor, David, Mike and Myself, the final `A` team.

 Graham

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  This report outlines the details of last Sunday's cycling excursion.

    The participants included Wendy, Neil, Sue, Trevor, Bonny, Dave, and myself. It was a refreshing experience to engage with the group under clear, sunny skies. The gentleness of the wind made the conditions pleasant, though the temperature felt cooler in shaded areas and during downhill stretches. Notably, it was a significant occasion for Bonny, as it marked her first club ride following her motorcycle accident in August of the previous year.

      We commenced our journey by climbing out of Dobwalls, proceeding toward St Neot village via our customary route, which is designed to circumvent the steepest inclines. Soon, we found ourselves descending the steep hill into St Neot, where we took a moment to appreciate the historic church as we passed through en route to the village of Mount. After successfully navigating a couple of extended climbs, we reached Mount and entered Bodmin Moor. The ride through Mount felt relatively manageable following the previous climbs.

Subsequently, we encountered a succession of undulating roads that led us through Cardinham village, culminating in one of the most challenging uphill segments of the day. As we progressed, we cycled past Bodmin Airfield on our right, with an aircraft appearing to fly just overhead. We found ourselves on the A30 towards Bodmin town, but this segment was brief. We promptly turned onto a side road that led us down into the town centre of Bodmin. Here, we joined the designated cycle route through the park to Lanhydrock. In hindsight, the route was well-signposted and effectively led us along cycling paths that were distanced from traffic, ultimately guiding us to the Lanhydrock café, where we took a well-deserved break to enjoy refreshments outdoors in the sunshine, in the presence of lots of people out for a Sunday jolly.

      After our respite, we resumed our ride, passing Bodmin Crematorium and then descending to where we encountered the second-longest uphill climb of the day. Eventually, we turned right into a Trevor Lane, proceeding through Welltown, Lower Hill, and Trevorder before arriving at Pantersbridge. At this location, I noted the presence of a clapper bridge adjacent to the main road bridge. Following this, we made an immediate right turn into more challenging and muddy lanes alongside the River Bedalder, which flows to join the River Fowey. Trevor expressed satisfaction with this route.

  Following this segment, we faced a brief but steep ascent that returned us to Bodmin Moor, where we observed cattle with long horns and ponies. We then descended another steep hill into St Neot once again. Here, we opted to explore an unfamiliar lane. Fortunately, some local youth on bicycles assisted us with directions. Toward the end of this lane, we passed a tall chimney stack, which Trevor later identified as part of a historical copper mine.

We then reached the main road leading to the A38, and as we passed the Carnglaze Caverns, Trevor decided to descend toward the main A38 road. Dave kindly offered to contact him, and Trevor quickly rejoined the group after ascending a steep single Chevron lane. We then proceeded to Ashford Bridge for a brief snack break before tackling the steep ascent to cross over Redgate Road. Ultimately, we continued our journey to the finish point in Dobwalls, recording a total distance of 29.7 miles.

Larry

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           Riders: Myself, Trevor, David, Jumper, Neil & Wendy, Graham J. 

  There were 7 at the start for today's ride, which would include Peter Tavy and Tavistock. Leaving the Grass Triangle, we headed for Hemerdon through the narrow lanes leading to the road to Lee Moor. Halfway along this road, it was decided to take a left turn along more narrow lanes, bringing us out near the farm shop; from then on, it was Cadover Bridge, Meavy, and finally Yelverton, where we would stop for coffee. Being a Saturday and glorious weather, every man and his dog decided to pitch down at Scarlets Cafe. Eventually we managed to find a table, and the usual banter proceeded.

    After having had refreshments, it was decided to give Peter Tavy a miss and just head for Tavi, so we headed towards Horrabridge using the Drakes Trail, losing Trevor on the way, who took a shortcut but was finally found and castigated. Arriving at Grenofen, crossing the A386, and a further left and more lanes leading into Tavi and Morrisons, where we stopped for lunch, this time Dave went AWOL but was finally spotted talking to a strange man. 

   Having indulged in more coffee and cakes, it was decided to vacate Morrisons and head back once more; however, more drama: this time it was Trevor's turn with a puncture to his rear wheel, whereupon Neal and Wendy decided to depart our company and head back. Puncture mended, tyre inflated with the aid of Jumper's natty e-pump, we were on our way. 

    Arriving at Clearbrook, we said our farewells to Trev and Jumper, while Dave and I headed back to Plympton on the trail. An interesting day, covering 30 miles in good company.

Andy

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Riders: Myself, Sue, Larry, Dave, Andy, Neil & Wendy

   7 of us gathered on this cold but dry day, with a bitterly cold wind from the East/Southeast, which Andy had plugged into with his ride in from Plympton. Now it was our turn to tackle the beast from the East as we headed for Bittaford. Here, to give us a bit of respite, we swung a right onto the Ugborough road & the back lanes to take us down to Avonwick. With a small bit of main road before turning off for Diptford & to tackle the steep climb into the village, then another climb up to the Morleigh road. This road is a bit uphill & down dale, but at least we were not plugging the wind, as it was now coming from our left-hand side. Just before Morleigh we took a right & headed for Preston & the back way in for Loddiswell & the Avon Bridge Garden Centre for our first coffee cake stop. We sat outside under their large canopy & out of the wind it was nice & cosy, Dave had the added advantage of a `William Tell` style rug to keep him warm.

  After a good chinwag, we mounted up again to tackle the very steep hill up to Loddiswell village, this was very rutted on one side & with Dave trying to miss these managed to force Neil off his bike. This meant Neil having to go back down again so he could get started up again, Dave decided to walk. In the village, after a small stretch of main road, we turned off in to the pretty lanes again. It was now a matter of uphill & down dale before arriving at the turn-off for Yarnacombe then the back way in to Shilston Barton, which entailed a bit of off-road to cheer everyone up. The cafe was full inside so it was outside for us, but by a nice warm log burning stove with the owner of the manor, `Sebastian`, topping it up for us. How's that for service from the lord of the manor.

 Now topped up with our lunch, it was time to tackle the final leg back to the start, this took us through Ugborough & the back lanes to Ivybridge. Sue & I said our goodbyes to the rest before heading back home. A good day, although a little chilly at times, I had 29 miles on the clock arriving home.

Trevor

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   The riders included Sue, Trevor, Dave & me. I don’t recall the sun making an appearance all day, and there was a distinct chill in the wind. Upon arriving at the starting point, I was soon joined by Dave, Sue, and Trevor. Then I heard the sound of a bike horn — it was Les on his MP3, there to see us off, having just been ripped off at the bridge, they charged him for his moped.

  Shortly thereafter, it was time to commence our journey across the bridge into Cornwall, often referred to as "God's country." As we traversed the bridge, Les signalled his presence by sounding his horn on his way to the Chequered Flag Café, a well-known establishment among motorcyclists located between Trerulefoot and Liskeard along the A38 motorway. Dave assumed the lead as we navigated through Saltash Fore Street and then crossed the bridge over the A38. We regrouped just before reaching Hatt, after which we proceeded onto the scenic country lanes that led to Louis Café, situated on the slope of Kit Hill. Upon our arrival, we observed that the café was heavily populated by motorcyclists. Dave kindly ordered coffee for the group, and as I made my way to the bench outside, I witnessed Dave accidentally falling backwards off the bench and landing on the ground. He appeared to be unharmed, albeit slightly shaken. While we enjoyed our coffee, the parking area gradually emptied of motorcyclists.

    Following a brief interlude, the group resumed our journey, which included a route that passed by Trevor's less-favoured quarry. Approximately midway through this route, Dave opted to return home via the most direct path, as he was not feeling entirely well following his earlier fall. I assumed the lead for the remaining three riders, guiding us past the quarry, across Tavistock Road, and onto additional country lanes towards Harrowbarrow. Upon reaching Harrowbarrow, we decided to follow the River Tamar back to Saltash. During a lengthy ascent, Sue contacted Dave via telephone to inquire about his condition, and it appeared that he was shaken but managing well. Shortly thereafter, we arrived at Cargreen after travelling along a gated lane, where we found benches suitable for consuming our lunch and engaging in conversation.

   We then resumed our journey, we encountered a hill designated by two chevrons. At this juncture, Trevor assisted Sue in manoeuvring her bicycle to the summit. Subsequently, we traversed through Botusfleming and ascended another hill, marked by a single chevron, before concluding our ride at the Carkeel roundabout. At this location, now the drizzle had set in, I expressed my farewells to Sue and Trevor as they proceeded to their vehicle on the opposite side of the Tamar River, having completed a total distance of 35 miles.

Larry.

    There were 7 of us hardy souls assembled on the grass triangle, I being the leader of today's ride. The weather could have been more favourable, but at least it was dry. Leaving the triangle, we headed right onto the Ridgeway and a further left down the hill leading to Plympton St. Maurice. The first conquest of the day would be Plympton Hill. On reaching the summit, Dave had to be resuscitated but made it.

   The aim of the ride was to go along the old road from East Sherford to Brixton; however, the road was chained & closed off over the weekend, so it was a U-turn onto the main road up the hill a bit where we turned off for Wiverton, following the lanes to Yealmpton, where we forked off right, heading towards Kitley. At the bottom of Kitley, another steep hill approached us; by now we were getting accustomed to hill climbing, considering most of us were on e-bikes apart from Trevor. Arriving at Newton Ferrers, we stopped at the "On The Green" cafe for refreshments & out of the cold wind in the warm inside.

Now refreshed and abounding with energy, we headed towards Bridgend, forking off left to Widey Hill. From there, it was a right turn leading along narrow, leafy, potholed lanes to Holbeton and a lunch stop at the "Mild May Colours," which was unfortunately closed, as we had arrived earlier than anticipated, not yet at opening time. So, travelling through the village towards & down to the estuary, we ate our sandwiches on the riverbanks whilst observing the surrounding wildlife. Now it was the climb back up to the pub, now open; we enjoyed further refreshments. 

Leaving the pub and homeward-bound, we came to a junction near Westlake. Whilst Trevor and Sue headed right towards Ivybridge, the rest of us took a left turning towards Smithaleigh. Arriving home earlier than usual, but an enjoyable day with just 26 miles travelled.

   Andy

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    The weather featured long sunny periods, although there was a chilly wind in our faces. Shortly after I arrived at the starting point, Flying Les showed up on his MP3 trike. Wendy and Neil were closely followed by Graham and Dave.

      We climbed onto our trusty bicycles and watched as Les sped off from the car park towards Liskeard, planning to stop at the café on the A38 along the way. Soon, we were on our usual lane heading towards Dave’s hill fort, which I pointed out to Wendy and Neil as we cycled by. Before long, we passed through the quiet hamlets of Doddycross, Pengover Green, and Merrymeet village. After leaving Merrymeet, I encountered a rear-wheel puncture. With Neil’s help, I quickly fixed it using my fold-up tyre. However, since we had lost valuable time, we decided to cut our losses and head down the main B road into Liskeard. Upon our arrival, Neil disposed of my tyre in a waste bin. Soon after, we were all inside Wetherspoon enjoying coffee, courtesy of Dave. After much banter, we decided to get on our way and head down the lane to Sandplace.

   We soon passed what used to be the Organ Museum, which unfortunately became another victim of Covid. Next, we arrived at the St Keyne Wishing Well, where Neil and Wendy took a good look around since it was their first visit. After that, we made our way towards Sandplace. From there, we powered ahead to Looe, heading straight for the seafront for our lunch break.
  While enjoying our sandwiches in the bright sunshine, we were attacked by the infamous Looe seagulls, and poor Wendy ended up with an injury to one of her fingers. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to affect her cycling later on. After our lunch, it was time to move on.

    Then, we faced the small hill out of Looe, which Dave was not particularly fond of. The good news was that it was traffic-free. We soon regrouped at the top and headed towards the main road leading to No-Mans-Land. After tackling two or three more hills, we passed through No-Mans-Land on our way to Seaton. We then descended the steep hill into Seaton. From there, we took the main road to Hessenford and turned left into a steep lane to regroup at Bake T-Junction. Finally, we followed our familiar route into Trerulefoot, completing a total of 27 miles. We had a lovely conversation about the ride before parting ways.

Best regards,  

Larry

Five of us gathered at the cricket club car park in Bovey on a beautiful sunny day, eager to discover the delights of this part of Devon. Bonny was back from her adventure in the Picos mountains of Northern Spain; little did she know that she hadn't left the mountains behind. We set off, passing through the more affluent parts of Bovey Tracey with large houses scattered here & there, Larry having dreamy thoughts of moving here. Carrying on through some lovely lanes, though it seemed to be mostly uphill, to skirt Lustleigh, then Moretonhampstead, heading for Chagford. What a gorgeous day, bright blue sky & beautiful countryside. Arriving in Chagford, we were going to the cafe, but it had no outside seating area, so we retired to our usual watering hole, the Three Crowns. There were a bunch of other cyclists already there, with whom we exchanged chat. Coffee & teas all round, but never to early for Graham, who had a pint. We had another lady join us that Bonny had picked up in the toilet.

   Back in the saddle again to make our way towards Castle Drogo, again more climbing involved, to arrive in Drewsteignton. Then taking the lane down to Fingle Bridge, Yippee!!! Downhill for a change. We decided to bypass the Bridle path that we took last time & carried on alongside the River Teign with a lovely woodland setting. Back on the tarmac again to take a new route that didn't involve going up a steep rocky path as we did last time. Certainly, we were on tarmac; however, the terrain was exceedingly steep and replete with potholes, necessitating some walking. Graham navigated the terrain on his e-bike, while Bonny resembling the Picos mountains as she persevered. Back on to reasonably flat ground + back in the sunshine, we headed for a lunch stop at Kennick Reservoir. I kept telling everyone it was only round the next bend, but they wouldn't believe me. Finally, at this lovely setting with a shaggy dog for company, we tucked in to our sandwiches. There were a couple of boats on the water + fishermen on the shore with their fly-fishing rods. Lovely.

Trying to drag everyone away back onto their bikes with Larry & Graham deep in conversation with the local warden, but finally back in the saddle. We headed for Hennock & then Bovey to make a stop in Larry's favourite bike cafe. At this cafe, a live singer was performing to our delight, which we endured for five minutes before retreating outside to the tranquilly of the nearby traffic. Then it was back to the cricket club car park after a rather challenging ride, but with lovely scenery & sunny weather. Just over 30 miles on the clock, but felt like 90; great day.

 Trevor

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Just five of us gathered at the station car park on this glorious sunny day, a bonus after yesterday's gales and rain. With no sign of anyone else turning up & with a longer ride on the cards for today (approx. 40 miles), we set off heading for South Brent, Buckfastleigh, and Ashburton. At the top end of Buckfastleigh, we stopped to look at the new electric car charging station now installed in what was the Salmons Leap cafe. This cafe closed with the onset of the Covid lockdown and never recovered, so the site has been derelict for a couple of years. It is now open again as a cafe renamed "Strawberry Fields Cafe," & the charging station is said to be the largest in the South West.

Onwards & upwards towards Ashburton, travelling through the edge of town to join the cycle path alongside the A38, new territory for us. It was here Andy decided to have a puncture, so there was a small delay while he repaired it + dodged numerous cyclists using this track. Back on mobile again, we carried on to cross over the A38 and then swung a left for Bickington. This again was new to us, riding parallel to the A38, passing "Granny Pat's" small garden centre, the "Welcome Stranger" pub, & on to our first stop at the "Woodlands Cafe.". This was situated in a "Yurt" camping site & served very good coffee, but the cake portions were on the small size, It boasted a roaring pizza oven, + judging by the size of the breakfast being consumed by the guy next to us, a large portion breakfast ( you don't know what you missed, Graham J.) Also, there was a band setting up to entertain, which we would sadly miss as we needed to crack on.
   

We crossed the A38 again to join, again, new lanes for us to make our way to Isington; these were quite pleasant lanes, & just before the village, we had our first good climb of the day. Dave enjoyed it so much he had to get off and walk, probably to enjoy the nice woodland views. Through the village we joined a Sustrans 272 route, which would take us back to Ashburton; again, these were very pleasant lanes. Arriving at the edge of the town, I decide to come off my planned route & carry on through the town to retrace our outward journey back to Buckfastleigh so we could visit the new "Strawberry Fields Cafe.". This was pretty busy; it has now become a small farm shop as well, with a few cars using there new charging stations. Larry was not impressed; he needed to go home for a lay down after he found out what they charged him for coffee. 

Leaving this new venue, it was the usual route back to the start, still in beautiful sunshine and now really warming up. The only downside is we seemed to be plugging an increase of wind; after an easterly wind on the way out, we thought we would have the wind behind us. But at least it cooled us down. Arriving back at Ivybridge, we said our farewells; Sue & I had our last climb to get home to have 41 miles on the clock. What a great day with new territory to explore; by the time Andy got back to Plympton, he would have clocked up around 50 miles. But next time Andy invests in some new inner tubes, the ones you have will not take many more patches.

Trevor

Only four of us were out today (Larry, Dave, Trev, and Sue) as we set off from the edge of the woollen mill on a noticeably cooler morning than of late, and it soon became evident why—a brisk northwesterly wind! It was the usual route through Doddycross, Pengover Green, and Merrymeet for coffee at Golitha Falls. Early into the ride, approaching from the opposite direction, came a similarly depleted Liskeard Group—like us, the more ATB-minded members had opted for an off-road audax within the 'china-clay' region. In spite of the aforementioned headwind, we arrived in good time only to find the cafe closed as the owners had gone fishing! After a quick tweak of the route, we were heading down 'Scrapyard Hill' towards the pub at Dobwalls, where we would surely grab a coffee. But no—not open until midday, so it was onwards and southwards towards Duloe and Looe. No sooner had we mentally readjusted to no caffeine before lunch than we came across a new farm shop, "Penhale Pantry," barely out of Dobwalls. (This is certainly worth another visit: great coffee, sausage rolls & cake, + lovely, friendly staff.)

It was actually quite nice and was attended by 6 other road cyclists. So, after feeling suitably refreshed, we continued on our way and were soon descending into the scenic valley of the West Looe River and the pretty hamlet of Watergate. After a few photos, it was up the steep hill to the high-level path through the woods, which is designated for cyclists! It was safely negotiated, and we were soon weaving our way through the many pedestrians on our way to Looe's busy seafront, where we ate our sandwiches.

After managing this feat without any 'air attacks' of pesky seagulls, we attempted the incredibly steep hill up to the Barbican, which proved to be harder than Shutta Lane! Once the unpleasant section of the busy main road to No Man's Land had been ticked off, we were safely back on lanes, and, after a brief 'catch-up' with the returning Liskeard Group, we sped down Monkey Sanctuary Hill, thinking of our second stop at Hessenford's Copley Arms. It was most pleasant seated by the River Seaton, but, unfortunately, it became apparent that Larry was not quite himself and, later in the day, tested positive for Covid-19! The tiny lane up to Bake Manor is tough at the best of times, but today, for Larry, it must have been like purgatory!

33 miles, and in spite of us being somewhat depleted, it turned out to be (well, perhaps not for Larry) a most pleasant day. A speedy recovery, mate.

  Dave N. for Larry

Arrived at the station car park to be greeted by a gaggle of riders; two of the `B` group decided to join us today; the more the merrier. What a glorious day, but with the odd cloud, we set off heading for South Brent via the nice hill under the railway arches at Bittaford. Coming down the lane towards Glazebrook, we had our first puncture on Sue B's bike, so we made an unscheduled stop to repair it. We took the back lanes via Aish & a rather bumpy potholed one before joining proper tarmac on to Harbourneford, then Dean Prior & Buckfastleigh. Taking the Ashburton road & the first right for Pridhamsleigh, then the long climb up to Five Lanes. Joining some more hilly lanes with the odd pothole, we plodded on in now bright sunshine to our first stop at the garden centre at Landscove. This was packed out, but we managed to secure seating overlooking the lovely garden. It was time for coffee/tea & to sample the great cakes on offer. Indulging ourselves in this lovely setting & a tour for those not having been here before.

Time to drag ourselves away & hit the road again, this time heading for Staverton, where there was some show going on with a field full of cars, to many people for us, so we crossed the old bridge over the river Dart & climbed up to the main road. Now we joined Sustrans route 2, the up and down lane towards Rattery. On one particular steep section, Andy's motor decided to pack up. As our next stop was the 'Church House Inn` pub, he struggled on, pushing & riding so he could give it the once-over there. Unfortunately, it seemed to have given up the ghost, so it was time to drown his sorrows with some cider. Again the garden at the pub was packed out with Sunday diners; we assembled in the shade at a table under an awning to put the world to right & sample the beers.

It wasn't Andy's day; I failed to mention he had a puncture at the top of the hill at Five Lanes. Now he had to figure out how he was going to struggle back home & decided once we hit the main Marley Head road to head back to South Brent & Plympton that way. I hear he never got home till about 4.30, & punching a headwind from Ivybridge to Plympton. Not a ride to remember in a good way.

  When we all got on our bikes again & left Andy at the main road, we took the back lanes and a roundabout route to Avonwick, then the tried & tested route to South Brent and back. But not before another drama: my Sue had another puncture about 100 yards from where she had the first one on the way out. What an incident-filled day; still, we had some glorious weather & two good watering holes, so it was a ride to remember. Sue & I had just over 30 miles on the clock by the time we got home; all good fun.

Trevor

Having arrived at the Green Triangle, Graham B had already beaten me to it, followed by Dave. I had already arranged to meet Trevor at the Hunting Lodge, and Sue had decided to join him also. It was a fine June morning complete with blue sky; what else could you ask for as we trundled along the back lanes of Ivybridge, bringing us out by the Rugby Club? From there, we bypassed the village and headed towards Bittaford, Wrangaton, and South Brent, taking the old Exeter road and turning left at the next roundabout towards Harbourneford. Before long it was a mile downhill to Dean Prior and Buckfastleigh, terminating at the Abbey, where we had coffee outside overlooking the splendid gardens.

Holne was our destination 3 miles further on, on nice quiet country lanes with hardly any traffic, a cyclist's dream. Passing through Scorriton and Michelcombe, we arrived at Holne; however, the community shop was open, but the cafe was no longer as it had been put up for sale property. After finishing our lunch and catching up with everyone, Trevor guided us back on a different route that would pass through Buckfast and lead to Shipley Bridge.would take us through Buckfast to Shipley Bridge. Prior to that particular diversion, we headed towards Hembury Woods, a honeypot for dog walkers and ramblers.

Arriving at Shipley, the usual coffee waggon was awaiting us. Hope you got back ok, Dave? The car park was pretty full, to say the least, but we had no trouble parking, arriving on bikes. After refreshments and even having seats provided, it was homeward bound. An enjoyable day in good company and 43 miles on the clock.

Andy

Supposed to be Graham B.'s ride today, but he rang in sick, so it was left to me to pick up the reins. Arriving at Brentor church car park with Sue, we were greeted by Larry & Bonny, the latter having ridden in from Meavy. Well done, Bonny. Dave N. was in Spain with Niccy, soaking up the rain. We had bright blue skies, although with a chilly wind, but with the prospect of the temperature building up. With no sign of anyone else turning up, we set off on the Lydford road to take a left at the first junction & headed for Liddaton Down. We had wonderful views all around of the Devon countryside, which was to continue on our route to Okehampton. This route was new territory for all of us, taking in new hamlets of Lewtrenchard, Orchard Barton, and Bratton Clovelly on a typical Devon up & down route with beautiful countryside. Arriving at a place called Boasley Cross, which had an old post office & a school, but no sign of any houses, was quite strange. Up from here we crossed the main A3079 to join our first off-road bit on an old branch railway line called the Bude branch from Sourton & Okehampton. It was now named the "Pegasus Trail." This was quite narrow in places but perfectly ridable. We actually met other cyclists, so others had discovered it before us. This off-road bit lasted for a couple of miles before we rejoined the A3079 & made our way to Okehampton, where we made our way to the Granite Way Cafe, which we discovered a few weeks past.

We sat out in the sunshine with our drinks & cake with many other folk enjoying this location. Bonny set off on a photographic tour of Okehampton station to take some pictures for this write-up ( eat your heart out, Mike)

Dragging ourselves back on the bikes to join the Granite Trail towards Meldon Viaduct, from here we decided to take a little detour to the reservoir as none of us other than Bonny had ever been to. We spent a happy half hour taking in the views of the surrounding hills and footpaths, a place to revisit for me, Sue & the dog. Making our way from the dam, we stopped to admire a field with some very nice small ponies & a little old lady making her way off the moors. She turned out to hail from Dublin, although now living in Bristol; she was a very happy, interesting character, and we had a good chat with her. I think Larry was smitten; we had a job dragging him away. Well, she was about 90, & we know he has a penchant for old ladies.

Back on the trail again, heading for Lake Viaduct I decided to come off here on the old route through Lake to the main Tavistock to Sourton road, so another small bit of off-road; we had to get off our bikes to negotiate a fallen tree at one stage. Crossing the main road, we made our way to Bridestowe & then on to Lydford for our second stop and a welcome pint. Again we sat outside in the sunshine in the very busy garden surrounded by some very lovely flowering shrubs, enjoying our beer. Then jumping back on the bikes & headed for Lydford Falls, now it was time for a little bit more of off-road & joined the Sustrans route 27 across the moors. It had gotten very stony & rocky from the last time I did it a few years ago but we plodded on, trying to miss the sheep & big holes. I managed to throw myself off down a deep gully, but the others got through unscathed, probably due to taking it more carefully than me. Back on tarmac again and at the junction for North Brentor, we said our goodbyes to Bonny, who was going to make her way back to Meavy, although I did offer her a lift-what a trooper. We passed through the village but there were no happy clapper religious lot singing in the square this time, and we made our way back to the start.
  What a glorious day with lovely sunshine & good company; we even heard a cuckoo on the last off-road bit, 35 miles clocked up.

Trevor

It was 2 years since we last undertook this ride, and I was hoping for some sunshine to light up the magnificent views. At least it was not raining as the 5 of us (Trev, Sue, Dave O, Bonny, and myself) set off from the cricket ground at Bovey Tracey and along the old railway line to Moretonhampstead. We exited this lofty moor town on a delightful lane with superb views across to the moor. We actually overtook two ATB riders just before our coffee stop at Chagford! This small stannary town has a lively atmosphere and made a good first stopping point. From here a rather stiff climb took us up onto the moor, and the views westwards towards Hamel Down were magnificent. It wasn't long before we were on a tiny road heading towards Widecombe-in-the-Moor. Almost as soon as the 120-foot tower of it's fine 14th-century church came into view, we were invited to the jolly-sounding village picnic by an elderly couple—I think probably too many people for Trev, and as there was not any sign of an 'old grey mare,' we continued on to the pub, which, unfortunately, was heaving. It was unanimously decided to carry on up the northwest face of Pudsham Down. I am afraid that I found the 3 chevrons a little too much, and I had to pause and take on more oxygen! They say that the views from the top are ample reward, but it wasn't until I reached Cold East Cross that I could fully appreciate them!. An excellent descent to Owlacombe Cross left us at the start of a labyrinth of lanes, which conveniently led us through to a superb hostelry at Liverton. This was especially good because we could refresh ourselves with the knowledge that we only had a few miles back to the start.

         A tough but enjoyable 30 miles. 

Dave

Arriving at the station car park, I was greeted by Larry & Andy with Bonny tucked up in her usual corner away from prying eyes. Having a chat, who should arrive but Ted, come to see us off & catch up with everyone. Dave O. was the next to come out of the woodwork; having not seen him for a while, it must be the sunshine that brought them all out. Dave N. was still away in France & Graham B. was up in Leicester; my Sue was taking a rest, having had an argument with my patio & scraping her shins. With Ted making us pose for photos before leading us down to the main road to wave us off, we joined the lanes for Filham. Carrying on through the lanes on a tried & tested route to pass Strode Manor Farm & join the ridge road for the Modbury main road. Crossing straight across & over Goutsford Bridge to make our way down to Cottlass Farm, here we had our first off-road jaunt. Not to muddy, although Larry had problems with his low clearance mud guards, with a strong smell of garlic accompanying us, we popped out onto tarmac again. Now we headed for Shearlangstone with a bit of up & down terrain to arrive at Kingston. From here it was on to Ringmore, then down to the Brummies' cafe at Challaborough; the caravan park was packed with cars for the May bank holiday tourists. We sat with our coffee/tea overlooking the beach with a few brave souls all wrapped up against the chilly wind, flying kites & building sand castles. Noticing for the first time the name of the cafe, "The Friar Tuck," reflections on the owner with his well-proportioned belly, having been sampling to many of his fish & chips.

  Time to tackle the long climb on the back lane up to Bigbury Village. Just as we started, we came across a lovely sight of a mallard duck with a brood of about 9-10 baby ducklings waddling down the lane. We tried to get a picture, but it panicked and headed away, trying to escape up the high bank edges, so we thought it best to ride past and give it some room. Having reached Bigbury village, we took the lane past the church to join the road down past "The Oyster Shack" & down to the tidal road to Aveton Gifford. We joined the main road for a bit, crossing the River Avon to swing a left on to lanes again, heading for Loddiswell. Hitting the Kingsbridge main road to head for the Avon Mill garden centre, not bothering to stop here but climbing the very steep hill up to Woodleigh. Then it was on to Preston, Gara Bridge, here admiring the Bluebells up onthe wooded slopes, another slog up hill for California Cross & a pub stop

  Having sampled the beer & cider, we were on our bikes again down to Brownston, then familiar lanes back to Ermington. Carrying on to Canton, where we said our goodbyes to Andy, who was heading back to Plympton, we took the track into Filham Park & carried on to Filham & then the Rugby Club at Ivybridge. I said my farewells to the others after a great day in the South Hams with nice sunshine to head back home, having clocked up 36 miles, more for Andy, in great company.

Trevor

Only 4 at the start, including myself, Dave N, and Trevor and Sue. On leaving the grass triangle, it was a right turn as we headed down the Ridgeway, turning right at the George pub and proceeding down the lane to Moorland Road, where we picked up Glen Road. On reaching the mini roundabout, we took a right turn, heading on the road for Plymbridge Woods and route 27. Once on the track, we were accompanied by the songs of birds singing to their hearts content, and peace and tranquillity once more prevailed. On reaching Bickleigh, we departed from the track onto the road leading through lanes to the A386, which was crossed, and a series of minor roads led us to Denham Bridge. The ride up through the lanes of Denham doesn't get any easier; however, we managed it, slow but sure. At least we didn't have to give way to traffic approaching us. Eventually arriving on the outskirts of Bere Alston, it was decided to give Bonny a ring as she arranged that she would meet us at the boatyard at Weir Quay, but to no avail. Later on, as we approached the lanes almost at the coffee stop, suddenly Bonny appeared out of nowhere, so now there were 5 of us.

After reviving ourselves with teas, coffees, and cake, we headed towards Tavistock, Whitchurch Down, and Samford Spinney, arriving at Walkhampton, where we partook in further refreshments and alfresco dining. On leaving the pub, it was homeward bound as we bade our farewells to Trevor, Sue & Bonny, who made their way home to Meavy & Ivybridge via Cadover Bridge, whereas I & Dave made our way onto route 27 once more. An enjoyable day in good company and 42 miles on the clock and even more for Trevor and Sue at Ivybridge.

Andy

It was pleasant but breezy as I cycled towards the start, and I began to wonder whether the 0930 start might put off our newer members a tad. When I arrived, Andy and Larry were deep in discussion, and before I could ascertain the subject, Trevor arrived with the news that Graham was about to set off for Leicester, and since Bonny had sent me her apologies earlier, we duly concluded that there would be no other starters. So, off over the Tamar Bridge with a welcome tailwind and up Saltash Fore Street and on to Hatt, where we turned off the busy A388 into quiet lanes, ascended the 'four hills of hell,' and then had a pleasant pastoral pedal to be reunited with the A388 via Amy Tree. It was no less busy than previously, but in less than a mile we turned right and headed towards Dupath Well, which Andy remembers visiting over 30 years ago with Kevin Presland et al. It is certainly the most impressive of all those we've visited to date, and the scenic detour was also worthwhile as the spring flowers were almost in full bloom. The stiff climb up Florence Road didn't seem quite as bad as usual owing to the tailwind and the knowledge that our coffee stop was imminent.

Now, as it was Easter Day bank holiday and Louis' is traditionally closed, some of the regular motorcycle enthusiasts had made "The Engine House" their rendezvous, and we were treated to a couple of vintage Douglas motorcycles, one of which was last taxed in 1932!. This was a particular bonus for Andy and Larry, who chatted freely with the owners. (Photos available below).

After a rather extended coffee stop, we headed off through Maders and Golberdon to tackle an unfamiliar lane through to Gang and St. Ive. The descent to Bicton Mill was spectacular with even more spring flowers, and the mill itself was charming. The climb out of this secluded valley was the steepest hill we have encountered for many a week, and all four of us certainly took issue with the single chevron depicted on the paper map! When we finally reached Bicton Manor at the top, we had all warmed up, and we were soon all back on familiar ground (I haven't been this way since the last time) through St. Ives and then traffic-free lanes to Clapper Bridge via Crift, the ford, and the exquisitely named 'Enquire-the-Way.'. The long climb up through Tor Wood seemed especially arduous, probably due to the strengthening SE wind. We were compensated by the sight of the 'Weary Friar' Inn at Pillaton, and we all felt that it would be rude not to pay him a visit. They were most welcoming and even allowed us sole use of the empty dining room where we could eat our packed lunch without resorting to the usual subterfuge. It was another pleasant interlude, and, as usual, we put the 'world to rights.'

The journey back was uneventful as we, more or less, retraced our route. Although it was a relatively early finish—14:15—I had 33 miles on the clock and many pleasant memories. Thanks for your company, Dave. 

The drive to the start at Brentor church car park was with blue skies & bright sunshine; when we got there, it was overcast & quite chilly; we were thinking of putting on extra layers. Setting off towards North Brentor, hoping it would warm up, arriving in the village, we were greeted by a group of Bible punchers gathered round the cross in the square singing their hearts out. A couple were dressed all in white like Druids, the rest clutching hymn sheets & crosses made of twigs. I don't know what religion they were, but they couldn't have been Druids, or else they would have been gathered round a lump of granite & sacrificing a virgin. Anyway, we left them to it and plodded on; my aim was to do a bit of off-roading bypassing the main road for Lydford, but on arrival at the track it looked a bit yucky after all the rain we have had, so we kept on the lane to rejoin the Lydford road. Then it was uphill & down dale to pass through the village past the pub to join the cycle track at the start of the Granite Trail for Okehampton. Back on level terrain, we continued on along this pleasant trail, admiring the extensive views of the Dartmoor countryside. It wasn't long before we arrived at Lake Viaduct, where we stopped to look down at the precipice views of the valley below & the hills & tors to our right, of the moors. Mounted & peddling again, heading for Sourton, passing fellow cyclists & dog walkers in the now pleasant sunshine, our next stop was at the Meldon Viaduct To look towards Meldon Dam. This Viaduct spans 165 metres over the remains of mineral mines & 50 metres high; down below is Meldon Pool, the old limestone mine that still has 2 lime kilns. Still enough of the history lesson, it was on towards Okehampton, Arriving at the station, I decided to try the new Granite Way cafe next to the YHA hostel for our first coffee break. This is also  bike hire & repair shop with cheap food, Graham decided to have a little snack ( see photo), well worth a visit.

After a pleasant half hour waiting for Graham to finish his snack, plus chatting with the bike hire lady & admiring the "Giant" e-bikes on offer. We set off to pass through the town and up a long, very steep hill thanks to Plotaroute to join the Holsworthy road, which was a `A` road but quiet with still extensive views of the countryside. It wasn't long before we turned off into lanes again and headed for Bridestowe & The White Hart Inn for our beer stop. We sat outside by a babbling brook admiring the village life. Bridestowes claim to fame is "The Trafalgar Way" (again, see photo). It was passed through by messenger's from Falmouth to London to announce the victory at Trafalgar & Nelson's death. While we enjoyed our beers & lunch, Paddy spent his time fiddling with his new bike, trying to get his indexing right on his rear cassette, with comments from me & Larry.

Time for the final leg, joining the lanes again to pass under the A30 onwards towards Chillaton; just before the village, we turned off to head for Brentor. Still on lovely lanes, thanks to Plotaroute, we passed by Liddaton Down another beauty spot, to arrive at the road back to the start at Brentor church car park. What a grand day; I think everyone enjoyed it, & we had about 33 miles on the clock.

Trevor

A bit thin on the ground today, just the three of us. Andy turned up but had a problem with his motor/battery, so he rode back to Plympton to try and fix it. Still a nice sunny day, so we set off for Bittaford & under the railway arches to tackle the small hill up to Moorhaven. From there we joined the lanes for Owley; just past Cheston, I decided to tackle a lane that I hadn't been down since Andy Easton was riding with us. I knew its surface had been deteriorating over the years, but the first half was like riding off-road, with lots of mud & potholes; Graham nearly came off his bike but luckily stopped upright. Back on solid surface again, we headed for Aish & the outskirts of South Brent, then on to Harbourneford. By now it had started to really warm up, so it was time to shed a layer. The usual route to Buckfastleigh & then to join the Ashburton road, at this junction we noticed work going on at the old "Salmons Leap" cafe; they are installing a load of electric car charging points, so perhaps we will have a new cafe to visit soon. ( don't know if you will be able to charge your ebikes, hough.) We continued on to Pridhamsleigh and tackled the long hill up to Five lanes junction; it was then up hill & down dale to the farm shop at Landscove. As it was still sunny & warm, we sat in the garden of this little Oasis, listening to the birds & the crows in the rookery & admiring the spring blooms; the first bluebells of season were in flower.
  We exited the gardens through the lovely churchyard to join the road to Tidewell & head for Staverton Station; the cloud had started to form & we had an early April shower. Crossing the old bridge over the river Dart, it was uphill to join the cycle path to Dartington, then up another small hill to the "Cott Inn.". Taking the turning behind the pub, we negotiated the lanes to the main road from Avonwick to join this for half a mile before swinging a left to join the lanes again. This second half of the ride from Landscove I had intended to do a couple of off-road bits, but due to all the rain we have had lately, I decided to stick to tarmac. Anyway, after turning off the main road, it was to tackle a steady uphill bit for about a mile to join a lane with great views over the South Hams towards Haytor. We continued on to the village of Harberton & the nice pub for our second break. The pub was packed with Sunday diners, so we sat in the tent outside listening to another April shower—good timing.  

After a nice pint, it was out into the now sunshine to do the final leg back to Ivybridge. This was on the tried and tested route down Yogi Hill & the lanes to Avonwick, South Brent & on to the finish at Ivybridge Station car park. What a glorious day, just like spring; I will have to dig the shorts & sandals out, saying farewell to Graham & Bonny I headed home up the last hill of the day after a very enjoyable 34 miles.

Trevor

Weather: Dry, overcast, mild temperatures, light breezes. Start location: Blunts.

I thought I had arrived nice & early, only to find Bonny had already been there half an hour before me. Then I had only just gotten my bike sorted out when the others started to arrive one by one. It was not long before 10 AM arrived, and we saw all of us venturing forth along dry country lanes for a change. A pleasant undulating route soon brought us all to start the first big climb of the day, up to pass through the charming village of St. Germans. After this, we soon arrived at Polbathic to face the first major climb of the day. This was the first time any of us had gone up it (at least two miles of climbing), but it was ever so lovely to go down. Then afterwards we all went down the steep hill & through Downderry to arrive at Seaton for our elevenses stop. Unfortunately, we all forgot it was Mothering Sunday. (Packed)
  So after an hour of waiting to be served & consuming our drinks, etc., we managed to get going again, up the second major climb (Monkey Sanctuary hill) of the day. This lane brought us all to No Man's Land. So after managing to navigate across the motorway out of Looe, we ascended to pass by a nice viewpoint of the area (only when time permitted). Then on, to go along the lane through Tregarland, which was a first for everyone except myself. We then all went along the lane to the St. Keynes Holy Wishing Well. Here a short stop was taken as Dave N gave out his knowledge about it.(all falling asleep) After this, we passed through the pleasant village of St Keyne. Then on up to the ridge road to Dobwalls. But just before Dobwalls, we took a right turning along another new lane for many. Shortly after coming out onto the usual roads into Liskeard for a welcome pub stop. Here Dave N left us as he had an early evening meeting in Plymouth.
So after a pleasant half hour or so in the pub, the usual route to Blunts was taken via Pengover Green, Doddycross & Tilland. After a bit of banter in the car park at Blunts with a local cyclist, which we hope to recruit, we all departed for our various homes, with 33 miles done.

Larry.

As Larry and I arrived at the Memorial Hall, we were met by Trev, Bonny, Graham, and, to great surprise (and delight), Paddy, who was sporting a pristine retro bike that had been updated to reflect modern trends such as lower gearing and ergo levers. Further pleasure ensued when Valerie and Dave Jordan arrived after experiencing some difficulty finding us. We eventually set off with an almost unprecedented 8—sad not to have had Sue B, who was suffering from a heavy cold. The temperature was only 3 degrees, but with little wind, it felt bearable. After passing the quaint St. Pinnock church and beautifully cleaned school, I am afraid that I sailed straight past a 'road ahead closed' sign only to be rightly called back by Trevor. One can usually negotiate obstructions with a bicycle, so we duly gambled. The 'culprit' was a large uprooted tree that claimed part of the road surface! We were thus able to continue safely on our way towards the 'B' road, where immediately opposite a short green lane cuts off an uninteresting detour. It certainly looked inviting, but Bonny wisely suggested that from her recent experience, we give it a miss until later in the year. However, we were soon entering the Boconnoc estate by Horsepool Lodge, and what a gem this proved to be as we freewheeled through the Obelisk Plantation and into the open parkland. We cautiously circumnavigated the stately home and then began to climb up into the deer park, where we briefly glimpsed a herd of these rather shy creatures. I was truly amazed at the quality of the road surface and it only deteriorated in the last 50 metres before our exit at Buckshead. From here it was an easy three miles to coffee in the centre of Lostwithiel.

 Weather: Dry, overcast, mild temperatures, light breezes. Start location: Blunts.

I thought I had arrived nice & early, only to find Bonny had already been there half an hour before me. Then I had only just gotten my bike sorted out when the others started to arrive one by one. It was not long before 10 AM arrived, and we saw all of us venturing forth along dry country lanes for a change. A pleasant undulating route soon brought us all to start the first big climb of the day, up to pass through the charming village of St. Germans. After this, we soon arrived at Polbathic to face the first major climb of the day. This was the first time any of us had gone up it (at least two miles of climbing), but it was ever so lovely to go down. Then afterwards we all went down the steep hill & through Downderry to arrive at Seaton for our elevenses stop. Unfortunately, we all forgot it was Mothering Sunday. (Packed)

So after an hour of waiting to be served & consuming our drinks, etc., we managed to get going again, up the second major climb (Monkey Sanctuary hill) of the day. This lane brought us all to No Man's Land. So after managing to navigate across the motorway out of Looe, we ascended to pass by a nice viewpoint of the area (only when time permitted). Then on, to go along the lane through Tregarland, which was a first for everyone except myself. We then all went along the lane to the St. Keynes Holy Wishing Well. Here a short stop was taken as Dave N gave out his knowledge about it.(all falling asleep) After this, we passed through the pleasant village of St Keyne. Then on up to the ridge road to Dobwalls. But just before Dobwalls, we took a right turn along another new lane for many. Shortly after coming out onto the usual roads into Liskeard for a welcome pub stop. Here Dave N left us as he had an early evening meeting in Plymouth.

So after a pleasant half hour or so in the pub, the usual route to Blunts was taken via Pengover Green, Doddycross & Tilland. After a bit of banter in the car park at Blunts with a local cyclist, which we hope to recruit, we all departed for our various homes, with 33 miles done.

Larry    

As Larry and I arrived at the Memorial Hall, we were met by Trev, Bonny, Graham, and, to great surprise (and delight), Paddy, who was sporting a pristine retro bike that had been updated to reflect modern trends such as lower gearing and ergo levers. Further pleasure ensued when Valerie and Dave Jordan arrived after experiencing some difficulty finding us. We eventually set off with an almost unprecedented 8—sad not to have had Sue B, who was suffering from a heavy cold. The temperature was only 3 degrees, but with little wind, it felt bearable. After passing the quaint St. Pinnock church and beautifully cleaned school, I am afraid that I sailed straight past a 'road ahead closed' sign only to be rightly called back by Trevor. One can usually negotiate obstructions with a bicycle, so we duly gambled. The 'culprit' was a large uprooted tree that claimed part of the road surface! We were thus able to continue safely on our way towards the 'B' road, where immediately opposite a short green lane cuts off an uninteresting detour. It certainly looked inviting, but Bonny wisely suggested that from her recent experience, we give it a miss until later in the year. However, we were soon entering the Boconnoc estate by Horsepool Lodge, and what a gem this proved to be as we freewheeled through the Obelisk Plantation and into the open parkland. We cautiously circumnavigated the stately home and then began to climb up into the deer park, where we briefly glimpsed a herd of these rather shy creatures. I was truly amazed at the quality of the road surface, and it only deteriorated in the last 50 meters before our exit at Buckshead. From here it was an easy three miles to coffee in the centre of Lostwithiel.

After a convivial elevenses in a pleasant cafe, we immediately had to climb up a steep hill to reach the mast, where there were commanding views across the Fowey and out to the English Channel. The severity of the climb was all the more surprising as there was no chevron on my paper map! More pretty lanes with one attractive sunken section, and we were soon speeding down to the large village of Tywardreath (house on the strand). The next part of our ride took us through a reclaimed part of the former china clay country with grassland and an ornamental lake as well as following the railway into St. Blazey. Unfortunately, my route today necessitated a short section of the busy A390, but we were soon back on familiar lanes as we climbed up to the beautifully situated Prideaux House, where we regrouped and posed for photographs for the benefit of Andy! The continuation of this lane led us into the popular Luxulyan Valley, where we ate our sandwiches beneath the iconic Treffry Viaduct. This magnificent structure not only carries the Par to Newquay railway but also doubles as an aqueduct. Apparently, it is actually possible to walk across the top. There is much information about both structure and engineering on the internet. Val guided us to the Splendid Well, our next destination after ascending the hill into Luxulyan village. I have cycled through the village on at least 3 occasions and was unaware of its existence—thanks! Our route from here took us through some attractive boulder-strewn countryside with only the roughest of pasture. We kept getting glimpses of Helman Tor before we traversed the wetland of the Breney Common on an unusually flat road, which Larry recollected from a previous audax. A bit of a climb along the metalled section of the Saints Way brought us out by the interesting signposts. After more photos, it was an easy ride to our tea stop at Lanhydrock.

Another pleasant cafe stop made even more so by seeing Julie Laing and Mike. She was club secretary for a while during Graham's halcyon days before knee problems. She seemed very pleased to see us, and we passed a pleasant quarter of an hour. I asked Paddy to lead us through the grounds to Respryn Bridge instead of the usual route by road. A quick glance at the Cornish cross in the garden of the house at the road junction, and it was the long slog up onto Bofarnel Downs. Suddenly, lo and behold, Trevor was riding parallel to us, but he was in the woods! He was probably grabbing a last bit of excitement before the A390 back to the cars. The temperature was now dropping, and we only had thoughts of warmth as we pedalled head down through West, Middle, and East Taphouse. I believe that the ride was enjoyed by all, and I thoroughly enjoyed your company. Just under 33 miles on the clock.

Just one more thing: Paddy will be starting his DJ sessions at the Bread and Roses pub in Ebrington Street. As it is 3 to 6 on Sunday afternoons, shall we call in for a drink after Larry's ride? I think Niccy would join us.

Dave

It was a bright but cold start at the Green Triangle, then it was a gradual climb as we headed for Cornwood via Sparkwell. On reaching Cornwood, we then went through Wotter, passing by the Moorland Hotel with good views of Penlee Point and the Sound. Then taking a right turn to Cadover Bridge and on to Sheepstor down a steep descent, then it was a pleasant flat ride around Burrator Reservoir passing the car park on the east side, with many cars of people enjoying a walk on the moors. It was then a steep climb crossing the Princetown Road; we then made our way to Samford Spinney with a few ups and downs on the way, then dropped down to Whitchurch passing the golf course. This was the first stop of the day, at the Whitchurch Inn, where it appeared that most of the village was inside the pub, so we had to sit outside, but we could eat our sandwiches!

After the stop, we headed down to the Drakes Trail, and then at Horrabridge I lost some of my riders. Trevor and Sue, David O., and I made our way to Crapstone, crossing the Yelverton Road and back on the trail at Clearbrook. I found the rest of the group, but not for long. David's battery was getting low, so he, Andy, and David J. decided to make their way back down the trail to Plympton. Sue and Trevor, David O., and I made our way through Clearbrook village and then over the Cadover Bridge for the second time today. I had not intended to stop at the Moorland Hotel, but Trevor had made an executive decision to stop for a pint, so I thought it would of been rude of me to object. What a difference from our first stop, because inside there was only a young couple in the corner, and it was warm and had comfortable seats with views looking over the Sound. We realised we were getting too comfortable and joked about taking a taxi back, but in the end, we had to brave the cold once more.

Sue, Trevor, and David O. then made their way back to Ivybridge, and I peeled right at the Col du Lee Moor, taking me down past the Hemerdon Mine back to Plympton. 43 miles for me and some more or less for others. By the time I got back home, it was 5 o'clock, so it was a full day with good company.

Graham

The ride started out at 10:00 from the Torpoint side of the ferry. Bonny had caught an earlier ferry across so that she could park in the free car park opposite the sports centre. As I had to cycle past there from home to the ferry, we cycled to the start together. The weather was much better than it has been for the past few misty, drizzly days, with the promise of sunshine and a touch of spring in the air. We set off through Torpoint and headed to St. John, negotiating the hill there rather than going through the ford. From there we went up Sunhill Lane towards the top of Anthony. Peeling off towards Kerslake made a bit of a change from the usual route to Crafthole, although the mud on the road from tractors made the cycling a bit precarious. Once we returned to the coast road, we easily navigated through Higher Treddis and descended the hill to Polbathic. Across the busy A374 and up the hill to St. Germans, we managed to cycle straight past the Eliot Arms. Onwards towards Trerulefoot, back over the A374 and past Bake Lakes to Hessenford. It was a pleasant cycle along the river to Seaton, but we had to stop a few times to let a huge number of cars through the narrow highway. We found out where most of them were going to when we got to the cafe.

Suitably refreshed but with café legs, we set off after lunch to negotiate the hill out of Downderry. It was lovely and sunny on the coast road with buzzards thermaling and even the odd kestrel hunting over the cliff tops. We took a slight detour from the planned route home to include the bumpy green lane at Wilcove. Somehow Trevor managed to get in front, and we ended up at the Wilcove Inn, where we had refreshments to end the ride.

A most enjoyable ride with excellent company—and a lovely teaser of spring. 29 miles done

Dave

Six of us gathered at the railway station car park on a dull but dry day; Dave & Val were off walking in the Lakes, and there was no sign of Paddy; my Sue was looking after granddaughter. So we set off into the lanes around Filham, heading to skirt Penquit & on to join the main Ugborough-Ermington road. A short stretch before swinging a right to head uphill & then downhill for Sheepham Bridge. It was now a long climb up to Mary Cross, avoiding the morning horse riders, & to join route 28 heading for the Thatches holiday park, noticing they are now advertising a cafe cake shop, noted for future reference. We continued to follow the Sustrans route 28 towards Aveton Gifford. Coming down one of the lanes, Dave O. decided to have an argument with a pothole, which threw him off his bike. We waited at the track, still Route 28, that led to Aveton for him to catch up; looking at the muddy track, there were no takers to tackle it, so I led them the main road way to Aveton. From here we headed up Church Hill & a long climb before taking a right on a lane that took us to the industrial estate just before Loddiswell. It was now a matter of weaving through the village & down the long hill to arrive at the Avon Mill garden centre & our first stop. Inside was quite busy, but we opted to sit outside under the large canopy with rugs & blankets on the chairs to keep us warm.

After coffee/tea & cake, Dave N. said he was setting off back to support Niccy with her guests; of course, nothing was mentioned about thumbs. The rest of us set off to tackle another long hill up to Woodleigh and then meandered round the lanes towards Preston Combe. It was then this time, down a long hill for Gara Bridge, before tackling the climb up to California Cross. Giving everyone the choice between the pub or the Ring Feeder cafe, to my disappointment, they chose the Ring Feeder. We were quite surprised to find they had taken the tent/marquee down; asking one of the waitresses, she said it was to cold this time of year for people to sit in it. As it was very busy inside, she said we would have to sit outside anyway in the little cubby come air raid shelter, but it turned out to be nice and cosy out of what was now a cold wind. The sun had now decided to make brief appearances, although the wind had increased slightly & it was quite cold.

Time to tackle the last leg back, which meant the main road for a couple of miles, before we could turn off into the lanes again. It was on this first lane that Dave O. had his second drama of the day; he had a puncture. We all gathered round to help, but on producing his spare innertube, he found that he had packed a mountain bike innertube by mistake. Luckily, I had one that would fit, so back rolling again, we set off for the final bit back to Ivybridge. Saying my goodbyes, I headed home in what was now bright sunshine after another enjoyable ride in good company, just 28.6 miles on the clock.

Trevor

Weather: Full Sun, Light Breezes & Cold Temperatures. Start Location: Trerulefoot.

Dave & I thought we would be arriving first. So it was a pleasant surprise to see that everybody else had arrived nice & early for the ride. We got underway around ten as nobody else was likely to turn up. Soon going along the usual route to Bethany, then descending down to go along the A38 a short distance, before coming off onto the Looe road. After a while, we went over a crossroads into proper Trevor Lanes. Now with the smell of the country in our lungs, we soon passed through the hamlet of Trewidland, descending steep lanes to follow alongside the East Looe River & the railway line to Liskeard. Then we soon came to the long climb up to Liskeard town for our elevenses stop in their Wetherspoon pub.

After what seemed a very long stop in the warm, we all eventually remounted our trusty steeds & set off for British Columbia along more Trevor lanes. On arrival at the entrance to BC, both Trevor & Bonny declined the opportunity to go rough, stuffing it through the woods. I don't think they wanted to meet up with us at the other end, with both of them & their bikes covered in mud. Soon we all arrived at Dobwalls, then on to more Trevor lanes to go down to cross the bridge over the river Fowey. Next, we encountered the steepest climb of the day, followed by another ascent to Colliford Lake, still significantly below its winter water level. Going along, we passed Highland cattle before turning right just after Dozmary Pool. After a very steep descent, we turned right to go alongside the river Fowey to Redgate. Just before Redgate, Bonny suffered a puncture, so Trevor came to her rescue. Some stayed with them whilst three of us went on to seek warmth in the "Crows Nest" pub. On arrival, we discovered it was not open today. So after a brief stop in the sunshine outside, the other riders in the group turned up.

Val & Dave left to go back their own way whilst Dave led the rest of us the way to Merrymeet, & then we all went the usual route back to Trerulefoot via Pengover Green & Doddycross. On our return, Val & Dave were still in the car park. So after a bit of banter, we all headed home with 38.8 miles on the clock.

Larry.

There were 6 of us at the start; they included myself, Graham B, Dave N, Trevor, Dave, and Val. The weather forecast was again misleading; instead of being dry, we had drizzle and grey skies. Surprise, surprise! Sunday's ride should have been Princetown in theory; however, that was soon changed to Yelverton and beyond. Upon reaching Wotter, Trevor reached his limit and left to pursue his own interests. The rest of us continued to Yelverton to warm up at Scarlet's cafe; by the time we'd finished, the weather had taken a turn for the better, so we decided to plod on to Tavistock via Walkhampton, Huckworthy Bridge, etc. Having meandered through lanes and hills, we arrived at Plasterdown Common, where the usual meet of model plane enthusiasts was congregated; further on, we passed through Whitchurch Common, leading on to Tavistock, our destination. By now it was heading towards lunch time at Morrisons via Tavi meadows and the cycle track behind Tavi comprehensive. Prior to our departure, 3 of the bikes had been locked together; however, there was a slight problem: the key was missing. Eventually, mission accomplished, as it was in a certain unnamed person's lunch box, and it wasn't me. Heading out of Tavi onto Drakes Trail to Yelverton, then followed by route 27 to Clearbrook and home via Pym Valley. A distance of 35 enjoyable miles, apart from the rain.

Andy

As the clock ticked on towards 10 AM, there were only 3 of us in the car park at Blunts—Larry, Graham B, and myself. No further members arrived, so we set off northwest towards St. Ives in fairly dull conditions, although, for a few brief moments, we had sunshine, and it felt really good to be out on our bikes in relative comfort. It quickly clouded over, but as we were continually climbing, we were not really aware of the relative drop in temperature. We followed the usual route through St. Ive Cross and Gang, but instead of Pensilva, we followed some lesser-known lanes through the tiny hamlets of Charaton and Ley through to Caradon Town, where we paused to admire the ducks on their rather splendid pond. We headed into another little-known lane—virgin territory for Larry—which led us almost to Darley Ford, from where we subsequently climbed up to the very edge of the moor at the pretty little village of Henwood, which afforded us another photo opportunity. (Two stops within the first 12 miles—we must have been feeling the lack of Trevor's presence!) Onward and upward through a very scenic tract of mossy, boulder-strewn country before emerging onto the windswept moor with spectacular panoramic views of this once prolific mining district. We entered Cornwall's highest village, Minions, and discovered the the post office cafe was open and very much thriving!

After quite a lengthy coffee stop, we departed the village to discover, almost immediately, that the temperature had plummeted noticeably—probably due to the altitude and our indoor break. We descended quite rapidly through the Treamars before the pretty lane to Rosecradoc and the 'B' road from Liskeard to Launceston. By now we were really feeling the cold, so we unanimously agreed to shorten our route by taking the rather hilly lane due east to Gang, from where we duly retraced our route back to our vehicles at Blunts. (With Trev in mind, we just couldn't resist saying, "I haven't been through St. Ives since this morning! We were still feeling cold as we loaded up our bikes, and although there were only 23 miles on the clock, there were a number of stiff climbs. In spite of the cold, it was nice to be out on our bikes after the recent cancellations. Thanks to Larry and Graham for their company. 

Post Script: It seems that the weather to the east of the Tamar was quite sunny for the majority of the morning, so apologies if we three were sounding like wimps. Perhaps by next week we shall have a few more of our regulars back in action, and it will feel a little more convivial.

  Dave