Four met at the Town Hall. It was promising to be a lovely day, and was already so warm I had to take my jacket off. Only last week I had been hailed on (twice) at the Treasure Hunt in Trefnant, and a week later it was 'cracking the flags' as Harry says. So I do not know where everyone else was?!
|Meeting at the end of the Greenway|
Undeterred, and happy with a small number, we set off North to pick up the Greenway, at the end of which we met Sara (I did remember she had messaged the group to meet us there....!).
|Spring flowers on a 'dead end' lane|
Through to Kelsall, and on to our coffee stop at Rose Farm. A short coffee stop as it was already nearly 12!
After this we were promised a downhill and flat ride to Faddiley. We had a little more ascent before dropping to cross the A49, skirting Oulton Park and arriving at Bunbury via the locks. From here it was a short hop to Faddily - and even though we re-traced the lane I took back on my ride - it felt so different coming the other way and so much greener and more springlike!
I love the green this time of year - it is new green, fresh and bright. The hedges have exploded, there does not seem to have been a gradual noticing of small buds on the sunny side of the lanes, it has happened all at once. The Cow Parsley is not out - but you can see the plants and small flower buds, so nearly ready to adorn the lanes with the wonderful white froth.
Faddily is a tiny hamlet on the A534 (Wrexham - Nantwich road), which has an old Inn, The Thatch, associated with Peckforton Castle. We sat in the garden, it was such a lovely day, and had a very pleasant lunch time.
Our return journey consisted of a few miles of main road, to get us back to the lanes. Sometimes it is unavoidable, and the road was quite quiet (as it was a Sunday). It was also quite gently downhill - which could be identified as I picked up speed and was able to pass everyone and take up position at the front, whistling along at 20mph or so. I note on the map we actually cross a very young River Weaver, which accounts for the downhill.
|varied colours in the trees on Bickerton Hill|
|Gateway and large oak at Peckforton|
|Last cake at Christine's|
|Passing the horseshoe pile|
A very jolly, sunny and interesting 50 miles, many thanks to Bob.