The Pant-yr-Ochain at Gresford

 I know there is a gap between posts, we do not always have a ride and I am not always able to head out.  But today I was free and 'Shorts' Dave had planned a short route to the Pant-yr-Ochain via Kinnerton.  

Yesterday's weather was dismal first thing but turned out to be quite nice.  So, coupled with a glorious red sky last night I was very hopeful until my 'weather' cat came in quite wet as I was preparing to leave.  And it stayed drizzly, damp, and dreary for the rest of the day.

I seem to have missed the transition from shorts to longs, but today was a waterproofs, long trousers, gloves, caps - full winter wear basically.  A few Chester Road Club chaps were already in the cafe when I arrived, I asked where they were heading and one piped up 'we may stay here', which seemed quite a wise retort.

I was shortly joined by Gareth, then Sarah, then Dave and Catherine, making five souls setting off into the gloom.

We set off along the river to Saltney Ferry; Catherine and I were commenting on the history as she had noted the jetty from the old ferry; we wondered when it ceased to run.  I do not recall there not being a bridge there, in fact I am sure there used to be a small sunken boat the other side for several years.  So, now I am home a quick google tells me the bridge was built in 1968.

We headed up to Bretton and Lower Kinnerton, when we stopped at Walters for morning coffee.  Unfortunately there was no where to sit - but fortunately for us the 10:45 reserved table was still free at 11, so we could sit there.  Although the Giraffe is still there, it was good to see the quite sad looking zebra has found I hope a better home.

The church next to Walters (as Dave overshot, we were so deep in conversation) had a lovely display of knitted poppies (as Remembrance Sunday approaches next weekend), a very striking display on a gloomy day.

We crossed straight over to 'Green Lane', a cut through to the back lane where we headed right up lower mountain.  But we turned left to go towards Golly (I remember finding this area as a teenager, I thought it was a marvellous name!) - also Sarah's favourite lane.  And it really is a roller coaster (better going this direction though I think!)

On the back road near the Rackery, Dave stopped us by Yr Ackery farm, to show us a tiny crown set in the wall.  Why?  I walked to the farm and asked the lady; she did not know.  Her late husband had built the wall, the crown was originally in the wall of the slurry pit.  She wondered if it had come from a nearby pub.  We will never know!

After this we crossed the Llay 'B' road to the back lane which skirts Ballswood Quarry, one of many gravel pits around Wrexham, and after dropping to cross the river Alyn and A483, we climbed up the rather brutal but today also quite glamorous hill under the railway bridge and up into Gresford, re-grouping by the church.

Then just a short hop alongside Gresford Flash to the lunch stop.  Gresford Flash (according to a quick Google search) does not appear to be a former gravel pit or similar, and is instead manmade, in the 1950's.  It is considered by its members to be "the smallest lake used for a dinghy sailing club anywhere in the world"!

The Cross Keys, Llanfynydd

The last time I was in Llanfynydd I think the pub looked very shut.  Today, I fancied a few hills and saw The Cross Keys on Google Maps when hunting for a lunch location.  So, after pouring over maps (I could do that for hours anyway!) I decided a morning coffee at Gwersyllt (or maybe Alyn Waters, if the visitor centre does coffees), and then up to Llanfynydd.

A late notification of the ride meant no-one there when I took my initial photo, but I was set on going anyway - so it was delightful when Chris turned up.  Chris has done a few Summer Evenings with us, until 'work got in the way'!

So, we set off and I checked if he was OK to head along Dukes Drive, as we are well into autumn and the trees are looking particularly glorious!

And it was not too muddy at all.

After heading through Eccleston and the Old Wrexham Road (old A483), I pointed us into the lanes at Rossett, wending our way through Burton to come out halfway up the B5102 road to Llay.  We rode on the pavement as we were turning right again very shortly, but it did not give us any relief from the hill! 

I was kind to Chris and did not take him on the back road and then the steep-down-and-steep-back-up further into Llay, instead we turned in at The Miners Institute and picked up the cycle path, before heading into Alyn Waters.

Alyn Waters was once the estate of Gwersyllt Hall,
now demolished

After asking someone, We agreed to try to find the visitors centre, as yes, it does have a cafe.  Crossing onto the other half of the park (it is split by the road), the tracks were rideable but variable, and did in the end bring us to a marvellous cafe. 

Refreshed, we now needed to peruse the maps (as my original planned route was via Gwersyllt!), and the first thing out of the Country Park was to cross the main A541 (which was quite quiet), and use the footpath until we could turn off into the lanes.  After a short climb, we followed the top end of the Moss Valley, until we hit the B5101 and this in turn brought us to the B5104 - known as 'The Steps' when I was riding in the '80's.

Here I did add a little hill - and chose to drop down to the ford and up to Cymau - there was a bridge but it did then entail a short walk as we could not get going again on the hill!

Nearly there and a lovely descent, just espying the viaduct through the trees (but no photo as we were enjoying a well earned downhill!).  Disappointment at Llanfynydd - the bronze telephone box was no longer bronze, and was red again!  I am not sure why, and the pub staff did not know ("it has always been red")- but no, I was here in 2022, and it was bronze then.

January 2022

November 2024

Chris did not want to stay for lunch so I sent him on his way onward towards Mold, and headed into the pub, for my reduced table from the optimistic 6 to 'just me'. (I had phoned from Alyn Waters, so that was all fine).  Small Sunday lunch, extra gravy (they did offer me extra veg!) and a pint of Guinness, for just over £13 so that is OK!

After lunch I wanted to head to The Stone Zoo (as I call it) - Rhos Uchaf Hall. It did involve a couple of arrows (just for fun, tell that to my lungs as I gasped my way out of Llanfynydd!). I know I looked this up last time - but here is the link of a little background to the stone figures.

These guys are so cute, I remembered seeing them on Sunday runs when I first started riding - and here I am forty years on still hunting them and showing other people (although not today!)

I returned back down the hill with two arrows to Llanfynydd, and crossing the road set off up the back of Hope Mountain. It was quite misty and damp, especially on top, so no views today.

My return home was a steep descent, hanging on my brakes, then more lovely downhill around Kinnerton, and Lache Lane back to Chester. But I did find another new cafe!

Route with Komoot

Presidents Ride 2023

The annual Chester and North Wales Presidents ride was planned for October this year, I think we are still a little out of kilter following the pandemic, as it always used to be in September.  It is also a Welsh hosted event, following the tradition of taking it in turns between Wales and England.

The plan was to meet in St Asaph, and to make our way to Llanfair DC along the lanes in the Clwyd Valley.  However, the weather had other ideas and following extreme weather and red weather warnings
(mostly in Scotland), storm Babet as it was named led to extensive flooding on the Friday preceding the ride. 

This led to a flurry of re-routing and a late email which I unfortunately did not see before I left home on the now very sunny and promising Sunday morning.  But I made it to the cafe (with my husbands new 'Go Pro' firmly fixed to my handlebars) to meet everyone before we made our way to a sunny spot by the bridge for further instructions and the obligatory photo.

This unfortunately put me at the back of the group, with no route (or the old routes loaded which may not be passable due to aforementioned floods), but Lowri very kindly waited for me and I eventually caught up with the electric bike duo of Glenys and Brian.  However, we had a lovely gentle ride, with stops for photos and I was able to do a little videoing.

We finally arrived at the lunch venue, Neuadd Elanor, and were greeted with tables laden with sandwiches and teas and coffees.  Soup was served, followed by apple crumble and custard.  

Dave Matthews, our President, gave a short speech, and awarded the Presidents Trophy to John Violet, for being a generally outstanding fellow and all round nice guy, after which we all departed.  

But I still had to get back to St Asaph.  I had been surprisingly tired on my way out and after arriving at Llanfair PG, which I put down to my double vaccination on Friday (Covid and Flu).  The crumble finally gave me the energy to return, but I plotted what I thought was a shorter route than the 19 miles we did out.  So, I turned out right, and everyone else went left.

All was well for a few miles, but it appeared that Komoot had plotted main roads, so after Ruthin, having followed the A525 for a few miles, I took myself off left, into some lovely quiet lanes. I merrily directed myself and came across a small church which caught my eye, with a wood carving outside.  

St Saeran's at Llanynys

I had a little explore, and to my delight the door was not locked.  The large wooden door, which had etched grafitti dated 1598 to 1602, was fantastic in its own right, but as I went in a huge medieval wall painting could be seen opposite the door.  This is the largest in North Wales, but in such a small hamlet.  Such an interesting little church, and well worth a visit next time you are passing.  

	Grafitti from C16 and C17
St Christopher medieval wall painting
	A very cute old Organ

I continued on my way, but - alas - I was faced with an extended flood just before Llandrnog sewage treatment works, where tributaries to the River Clwyd had burst across the fields, and could be seen flowing across the road.  There was no alternative but to turn back and return to my last junction, and so the A525 again. 

I managed to meet back up with Glennys and Brian, who caught up with me just before Trefnant, and we rode together briefly before we split as I was parked at the top of the hill, and they were at the bottom.  By the time I got back to my car parked near the cathedral, I have covered another 20 miles!  At least it is free parking on a Sunday!