Day 2 – Southern Cider Tour (shortened version)

On the local Herefordshire website there are three listed “cider tours, ideal for cyclists” one of which passed quite close to our house, so that was the route we chose. However the route also took in Hereford and after our previous experience the day before decided to amend the route to avoid Hereford. Ideally we’d stop at each of the Cider Brewerys along the way but the thought of “sampling” and cycling did not appeal, so we opted to call into Weston’s Scrumpy House at the end of the ride which was quite close to home.

Some rain was forecast for the day and it didn’t disappoint. It kept “persisting” it down most of the day. At least the start was dry as we set off down past Weston’s on our way to Much Marcle. It was not long after Ledbury that the sky started to “rain on our parade” ☔. Time for rain jackets, well at least for those who’d thought to bring them.

“It’s only a brief shower” we thought/hoped 🤞until eventually we found the Hop Pocket cafe near to Bishop’s Frome to seek some shelter and refreshments. Sure enough, by the time we left the cafe, the rain had let up. Unfortunately it was not the end of it and it was time to put jackets on again. It was becoming like the movie ‘Karate Kid’ “Jackets on, Jackets Off” except for those without who were ‘content’ to continue with “soggy bottoms” (and tops for that matter).

The next leg was a gentle undulating climb to Burley Gate followed by a sharp steep descent around Ocle Pych. In fact we were enjoying the downhill so much we almost missed the turn to Withington. Continuing on to Longworth and Prior’s Frome we were faced with a number of short sharp punchy climbs before eventually dropping down to Mordiford.

On regrouping at the bottom, there was no sign of Chad and Neil. As we waited, “Postman Pat” pulled up alongside us to let us know he’d passed our two guys mending a puncture. At that point Heather and James headed to the nearby pub to await the return, while Matt, Pug and Mark “kept vigil” on the corner. After a short while, Mark set off back up the hill to see if he could see them only to spot them on the way down. Luckily the rain had eased up by now as we congregated in the beer garden at the Moon pub. “Shall we have a drink here?” someone asked. Tempting as it was, we decided to stick to our original idea and continue our ride.

Questions arose about which route to take home from Mordiford. Should we turn left to repeat the climb we’d done yesterday or keep going on the slightly longer way round. Stick to the planned route was the consensus. Unfortunately Heather mustn’t have heard correctly and missed the main group depart toward Fownhope as she and James turned left towards Haugh Wood.

As we reached the top of the first climb out of Fownhope, we stopped to wait for our “missing” two, thinking they must have been caught by the traffic lights we’d passed on the way. As the wait got longer and longer, Neil decided to phone Heather to check they were OK. “Where are you?” he asked. “We’re over the hill and down the other side” she said “Where are you?” “We’re at the top of the hill waiting for you”. It then dawned on us that we were talking about different hills. “OK we’ll see you at Weston’s”.

After continuing up the next hill, it became clear that Neil’s puncture repair had not been truly effective so he decided to abandon and wait for rescue at Lucksall Cafe while the rest of us carried on. After a few more stiff 15% hill challenges we arrived at the Cider Mill to find Heather and James already there nursing a well earned drink. Well it would be rude not to. 🍻 Chin chin!

DAY 1 – Hereford and Back

The day has finally arrived. The plan was to meet at “our house” about 1pm and have a short local ride before returning around 4pm. Route selected, loaded onto Garmin and off we go! “Oh wait a minute, my garmin is not giving directions” wailed Pugwash. “Never mind” said Heather “I have it on mine and it’s this way” as we turned left onto a gentle climb. No sooner than we’d set off a loud “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” was heard coming from our car park. “That sounds like my car” thought Pugwash. “I’ll head back and check” while the rest continued the climb. “We’ll wait for you at the top” they all assured me.

After regrouping we soon realised that we were on the correct route but heading in the opposite direction as the Garmin kept telling us to “make u-turn”. “Never mind” we thought “we’ll just continue in the opposite direction”. The undulating terrain continued as we rode along quiet single track country roads. The downside was that there was little opportunity to gain speed heading downhill due to state of the road surface, blind bends and virtually no passing places.

On reaching Hoarwithy we crossed the river Wye and were immediately faced with our first big climb of the day up to Little Dewchurch. A 2.4km hill averaging 5% but with a tough kick to the first 0.6km hitting 15% before easing to 7-8%. After recovering from that effort, Neil assured us that it would be “All downhill into Hereford”. “I’ve looked at the map” he added. He was nearly right, except for one final little climb peaking at around 8%.

Arriving into Hereford we tried to find the town centre and a suitable cafe to have lunch. Negotiating our way through the busy traffic proved somewhat difficult with some decent cycle paths spoiled when coming to a sudden end with no obvious way to go next. With the help of one local we found out way to the De Koffie Pot cafe where we ordered our drinks via an phone app. As we waited and waited with nothing appearing at the table, it was time to head inside to see if they had received our order. When eventually our drinks arrived, the owner came out to apologise for the delay and offered us a free cake 🍰each as compensation. Well, how could we refuse. Mark, having already eyed up the goodies on offer opted for the Lemon Drizzle cake. “That sounds nice” we all decided except for Heather. “We’ll have yours” suggested Neil, so the extra portion was shared out, even if you didn’t want it!

Shortly after we set off for the return journey, we hit another problem. The trouble with following routes in the reverse direction is that it doesn’t account for one-way streets. Thus we ended up pushing/scooting along the pavement against the flow of traffic. “You cyclists should be on the road!” shouted one irate woman as we tried to find our way out of town.

Eventually we escaped the melee heading downhill to Hampton Bishop and Mordiford. The “fun” was soon over as we hit the first of the climbs on the way home. Haugh Wood Hill climb averages 6.8% over 2km hitting 21% briefly near the bottom and frequently touching 15%. This was quickly followed by another similar but shorter climb up Nurdens. The final 0.2km kick up near the end averaged 15%.

The sight of our house at the end of a tough ride was very welcome as was the beer that greeted our arrival. The general consensus seemed to be that we did want to return to Hereford.

The recent spate of sunshine continues to dominate our weather pattern, unfortunately the wind decided to put in an appearance as well. “Its all that hot air from the south don’t ya know”. “Anyone fancy a ride to Langlands Garden centre?” came the initial cry. Seven Knights met at Market Cross including Colin who was a whole two minutes early (just to prove he doesn’t hide round the corner to arrive exactly on the dot)! Although a cynic might say that he arrived at his normal time and just missed out the wait around the corner. 😉 However we’ll allow him the benefit of the doubt and marvel at his military precision in timing his arrival to perfection. ⌚

We set off initially to Molescroft then onto the cycle path to Cherry Burton where there was some “ducking and diving” to avoid overhanging branches and overgrown bushes. At the junction to Etton we were joined by Heather who was out for a short ride. Turning onto Etton main street we had our first taste of the head winds to come as we spun our way up to High Gardham.

Climbing to the top of Stoneknowle hill we spotted Zog in the distance waiting patiently having cycled up from Brough to join the ride. While the peloton continued through North Newbald, Heather peeled off to return ‘home alone’. At Hotham, the wind direction must have been firmly in Neil’s mind as we turned towards North Cave Wetlands instead of the shorter route down Common Hill, “to get the full benefit of the following wind 🌬️” he suggested.

Two groups set off in a chain gang along the Cliffe Road. One minute each on the front before peeling off to the rear. Starting at a reasonable 20mph the speed picked up, then a bit more and then a bit more again until we were hanging on at around 26mph 🥵. Needless to say everyone achieved PB’s 🥇on the various Strava segments along the way. Great effort chaps. The sight of the junction at Giant Bradley Way was a welcome relief that the “end was nigh”. The rest of the journey to the cafe was much more relaxed.

After the cafe stop, the group split with Brian and Colin wanting to complete a longer ride, while Zog headed off to face the now increasing wind strength back to Brough. The rest of us took the easier option to return home to Beverley via Kiplingcotes.