Run was led by my self to Ruskington, I shall expand on this later.
It were a drizzly evening when I dragged Gertrude out of the garage, as always she started straight away and without grumbling about the weather which to be honest was grimy and grey. My neighbour Phil and I made a quick stop at the filling station and then to the Bargate car park to see if any others were daft enough to be out on this grey evening.
We stood around for a few minutes discussing where we would go if we were the only two to show, I thought that I could try out the run for next week if we were the only people here this evening. After a few more minutes our run leader showed up, DaveT, who proceeded to tell us that on looking on the internet the newly revamped Six Bells was looking a bit posh for us plebeians in our bike gear, ” You have to book a table before arriving to eat” he told us. So a decision was made to divert to the Wishing Well at Dyke, as most of the route would still be OK.
Two more hardy souls showed up and off we set, led by DaveT followed by Oleg, myself, Phil and bringing up the tail Mark.
The ride was very pleasant as the weather fined up, it stayed cloudy but was dry, the roads were damp but mostly clear, apart from a few places where the fields had drained across a road leaving behind a patch of sand and gravel, why always on a corner I ask? Caz will tell of the effect this has on your bike and self if you are unlucky. All was going well until we came across some road works, we could see the other end, and a clear route through, but, “no mate, elf and safety” so back we went to find an alternate route. That route took us through Witham on the Hill, and as it was pushing nine of the clock we stopped at the posh Six Bells, where we were welcomed by a comely young wench even in our bike gear. The beer was sampled, quite some bo!!ocks was spoken, and a pleasant hour or so was passed.
The ride home was very pleasant, clear roads, cloudy sky but warm, what more can you ask? all in all a pleasant way to spend an evening.
There was a good run to the Three Kings at Threekingham (which was named first, the village or the pub?) however it would appear that pub the normally welcomes a rather more well-heeled selection of customers than our club has to offer (it was a bit posh).
A few months ago it was suggested that we should have a run to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the club, the route that was finally adopted was to ride around the edge of Lincolnshire, without leaving the county. Now for those that do not know, we live in the second largest county in England, which means quite a large border, which when you consider that the roads don’t conveniently follow the border we were left with a planed route to cover in one day. Easy I here you say, I will at this point say that Lincolnshire has no motorways and some pretty poor roads in the lesser travelled areas. Still not daunted an intrepid band met up for an 06:30 start, or was it 06:40.
The planed route can be found on the ride out routes part of the site. We set off in the general direction of Skegness, on some of the most suspect roads on offer, or so we thought, I even heard one of our group profess to be happy to see the A52, I am sure he was joking or was he? Any way Skegness soon came and went along the coast we went heading for the coastal resort of Cleethorpes and the first stop, for breakfast and fuel, my third visit to a McDonalds, well I needed some calories, the food well the less said… It had taken 2 hours to get there, what is normally a 45 minute to 1 hour journey. On leaving Cleethorpes and heading around the edge of Grimsby through the docks area it was interesting to see the change from Ho;holiday resort to commercial areas, in particular the smell of the fish docks will always be remembered. This was to be the last large population centre we would pass through.
The next stop would be for a stretch on the bank of the Humber.
All there except yours truly, who was behind the camera.
From here we headed in the general direction of Gainsborough for a fuel stop, but first as it was now lunch time a stop for food was sorted, and I still haven’t a clue where we stopped other than to say we found some decent food and drink in a pleasant pub. (edit. The pub was the Jenny Wren Inn in Susworth.)
After we were suitably filled with food and drink we set off for the fuel stop and then to cross the river Trent twice both times on the same bridge, as part of Lincolnshire resides on the other side and is only accessible vis the one bridge without leaving the county, this would not be the last time we did this.
Soon after we were heading South ish, when we got to use one of the few bits of dual carriage way in Lincolnshire, not to get too excited as it was a mile one way and then back up the other side just to cross it.
It was at a point around South Scarle that we lost one of our number to a minor accident, he came off on a bend, the damage to his bike and indeed himself was minor and he left the group to return home slowly.
Then to head in a direction that would take us past Grantham some where to the East, heading South towards a couple of places from my past, South Witham and Little Bytham.
We stopped for a stretch and drink,sandwich or whatever we had with us in the village of Uffington, as can be seen from the picture the shadows are beginning to lengthen, only another 80 ish miles to go. We were now heading along the Southern edge of the county, through places like Market Deeping and Crowland towards Sutton Bridge. It was this part of the trip that reintroduced us to the phenomena of the South Lincolnshire undulating road, oft signed as being unsuitable for speeds over 30/40mph. Much riding was done stood up.
On reaching Sutton Bridge we crossed the river Nene once in each direction in order to go around the bit of Lincolnshire that is on the other side of the river, it was then a gallop along the coastal edge of Lincolnshire taking in such places as Gedney and Holbeach St Marks. Then crossing the Fosdyke into home territory passing through Kirton Holme and Frampton before arriving back in Boston at 20:10 it took 13hrs 30minutes.
to be updated.
Being the summer, the heat has caused me to become somewhat lackadaisical about keeping things up to date, inevitably this means that I forget things, that and age galloping in. So casting my memory back a week, to the pudding run.
About 11 of us set off from the Bargate car park for a gentle amble around the countryside in the general area of Horsington ending up at Horncastle where we were treated to a pudding of our choice, courtesy of the club.
The pub which I believe was the Fighting Cocks served an acceptable pint, the spotted dick was unfortunately not the best I have had. Though for all this the evening was very pleasant made more so by the company.