Its a long time since we’ve done a ride report! Although still doing regular Rides finding the time to record them is a problem! Perfect day for riding. We headed out of Coulsdon straight up the lovely Farthing Down, bid a brief hello to the resident cows there, and then off down, passing Chaldon Church and then Over the B road for the first proper descent, flying down Hilltop Lane, taking the two bends at a swoop, easy to
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Had one of my best commutes of the year today. I’m lucky enough to have a MTB and used it to ride down through Ladywell Fields off the paths. The snow was the deepest we’ve had for nearly ten years and I made the most of it. In fact, I left an hour early and just rode up and down those little hills in Ladywell Fields as many times as I could. Skidding and sliding and laughing my head off.
Thirteen of us met up at or outside Le Delice on a beautiful morning. Almost spring like, but for the ice in the air and still a few patches on the ground. But the warmth of the sun above was already melting those and we soon headed off through Ladywell Fields with a message that two more would catch us up in a bit. Past the Nordic walkers warming up outside the park cafe, carefully through our lovely park, ducks
5 riders rolled out of Ladywell and down through Bellingham, Beckenham and swiftly down Corkscrew hill before beginning the twin drags of Layhams Rd (where we spotted some Team Storey Racing Pro Riders who quickly dropped me like a stone near the Police Dog Training School) and Beddlestead Lane, the latter of which was surprisingly free of fly tipping and traffic. Whilst the ice which had haunted previous Pudding Busters was thankfully absent, the moisture meant there were some messy
We left Ladywell early, heading out east via the Greenwich foot tunnel. Which was empty at that time in the morning, before the tourist hour, and on a Saturday no commuter traffic. So we did, I admit, ride through it! Something I haven’t done since about ten or fifteen years ago. When my daughter and I would regularly ride through it very late on Tuesday nights after kayak club in Shadwell Basin, when we were the only people in it.
We set off, having cofffeed up and breakfasted, heading out through Ladywell Fields. The Nordic walking teacher called out a cheery goodbye and good wishes for our ride. I reciprocated, although wasn’t sure what to substitute for the word “Ride” to describe their activity. Have a good Nordic walk sounded a little odd. In record time I upset someone, though not a car driver as is often the case. I called out a warning to the riders behind to take
After the flurry of activity to get the best bits of Quietway 1 finished in our borough, (although Childers St and the Deptford High St crossing still isn’t done; we’re keeping our eye on those,) you may think things have gone a bit quiet on the Campaigning front. Not so. We still carry on working to keep safe space for cycling a key part of both the council’s and TfL’s transport policies. It’s not an easy job, and we always
At the end of the summer, you may remember that we carried out a survey aimed at finding out what users of Quietway 1 felt about it. Qe also wanted to see who was using it, whether it had attracted new users. We carried out the survey during the evening peak hours and, although we had a lot of respondents, felt that the category of cyclists mostly around at that time would be commuters. We’d like a wider range of
This report of our leisurely 20 miler around South London comes from one of our riders, Debbie. London Parks ride (the rear view!) The morning was chilly but bright as 12 of us gathered at the Delice and we soon headed off through Ladywell Fields visiting the first of nine of some of South London’s finest green spaces. Autumn was still clinging on and the trees provided a warm, dappled canopy leaving space for the watery sun to illuminate carpets
I’d already wimped out of a wet solo ride earlier in the week. So couldn’t really back out this time, as I was leading a group ride now, and despite receiving a fair number of early morning DNS texts, there were still a few who wanted to get out and explore Essex. So, wrapped up in my waterproofs, I pumped up my tyres, checked for grit bits, and rolled out the front gate. Even in the warmed up city centre