Kit packed for the week away and alarm set for 7, ready for a full days training.
9am.
Shit. Overslept a tad. Oh well, outside isn’t going anywhere.
Crusty Carl* from Mercian cycles is supposed to be riding today on his fixie but he says its going to rain, bit of a lightweight is young Carl or he doesn’t like water because its like washing.
11am.
Text to Carl, “I’m ready when you are” No reply.
11.30am.
Phone call to Carl, “Are you on the way?” “Nah I’m not coming, its too late and I can’t be arsed”.
Thanks for letting me know.
New plan needed because it is getting a bit late for the 60 plus miles I had intended for today. Let’s just go wherever the wind takes me.
Onto the A6 and through Alvaston shopping area, past the locals nipping in and out Tesco and the chavvy families waiting for the Blue Peter to open for the Sunday carvery.
Sharp turn onto a side street with a bit of a wobble because of the extra weight hanging from Xizang, past the local junior school and the estates, over the A6 slip road and BOOM!! Open countryside and Elvaston Castle Country Park. In about 5 minutes pedal from home and the hustle and bustle I’m out in the Hulu.
I love this place, been coming here since before I can remember, but no time for sightseeing, I’m on a mission.
Along the cycle path that runs all round the castle, past a couple of women on horses (always slow down for horses) past the Golden Gates and into Thulston and then Ambaston Lane, which I hate, long drag that’s like a wind tunnel no matter which way you’re going.
Back on the A6 through Shardlow, its a strange feeling not stopping here because there’s more pubs than there is houses, with me still moaning to myself about Crusty Carl being a wimp and Xizang moaning about passing pubs we push on over the border into Castle Donnigton and Leicestershire. No stopping here either because there’s a big hill out of the village. Couple of minutes rest at the top and a hand full of Haribos we’re away again with the sound of planes coming into land and taking off, cars/motorbikes going round the track, the wind whistling in my ears (maybe I need to trim my ear hair) and The Tardis! All this cycling on my own is sending me doo-lally! I’m hearing things now. But then it goes again! It’s at this point I remembered I’ve change my text message alert on my phone “CLAIM PPI NOW!” No, bugger off.
Back in Derbyshire now on the edge of Melbourne trying to remember where The Paddock is, stopped at a junction consulting the GPS with open cycle maps card in it, these maps are fantastic, every pub is marked! But no sign of The Paddock. This can’t be true. The GPS never lies. Maybe I’m too far out. A bloke and his young lad stop next me asking if I’m lost, “Nah mate I’m trying to remember which road The Paddock is on” “You’ll be lucky, its all houses now” Hmmm Bluebell then.
At that moment both me and Xizang decided today’s training ride had turned into a pub ride.
1228pm
The Bluebell.
I parked Xizang up in the village halls front garden and got myself a pint of Shardlow Breweries Golden Eye, an old favourite which is nice and refreshing on warm day like this and got myself comfy on the patio watching and listening to the locals. To give you an idea of village life in Melbourne there’s 3 mobility scooters parked outside the pub.
As I sit there I overhear someone talking about Leatherbritches brewery, that rings a bell! “sorry for ear wagging but is the Leatherbritches at the Bentley Brook?” “Yes mate, I guess you know it?” “Aye, been to a beer festival there drinking green cider, it was foul” chuckles “that’ll be green sleeves”
Pint finished and it’s up the hill and out of Melbourne but not before The Melbourne Arms.
1312pm.
The Melbourne Arms.
The Melbourne Arms is a strange pub, it has a split personality. On one hand its a quiet country pub, on the other its a curry house! And it smells great!
They’ve got Pedigree on the bar but I’ve had a bad pint here before, so I had a pint of Cobra instead, I’m not saying its always bad, I’m just fussy like that. Nearly asked for a flake with my pint.
Outside there’s a bouncy castle. A bouncy castle!! Me and Xizang look at it then each other, grin and look back its then we see the sign. Bloody do-gooders.
Sulking into my pint of fizzy stuff, a family turn and the kids start playing on the castle, me and their dad give each other a look that says “life is so unfair”.
Up Robinsons Hill to the junction of Cocksure Lane (never been down there for some reason) and turn left downhill towards Ticknall.
1414pm
The Wheel at Ticknall is more of a restaurant these days, the kind of place you take your parents on their anniversary. Everyone is in their Sunday best and then there’s me, a sweaty mess sat in the corner of the garden with my expensive pint of Peroni (£4!) but there’s a family of Americans which balance things out. Not much happening here so we’re soon on our way.
Couple of yards up the road we turn into someone’s driveway. Looking innocent we quietly scoot back onto the road. We stop at the right junction this time deciding on which of the three ways to go when Xizang starts pulling to the left… Staff of Life then?
1443pm.
The Staff of Life.
Bottle of Corona here. I get talking to a couple about The Legion (I’m wearing a British Legion bike jersey) and the big ride I’m doing for them. www.bmcharity.com/carlspoppypootle words like nutter, you must be fit and good luck were thrown about.
At the table opposite, there’s a bloke who looks like Sean Lock, he isn’t funny either.
The couple is was talking to left so I managed to get a photo of Xizang looking like a donkey with all her Alpkit stuff
Back out to the road some proper twisty bits, long straights and fast downhill, missed then turning for Repton, no worries there’ll be another one in a few miles.
Went in the Admiral Rodney in Hartshorne, no idea of the time, no idea of what I drank. All I know is I did a bit more PR and spoke to a bloke who had a Cannondale.
Rolling again, getting a little bit worse for wear now, heading for Repton. I got the right turning this time with more twisty down hill bits. I hit 33mph somewhere along here, which is surprising for me because fast down hill scares me, I’ve had “The Big Crash”.
1633.
The Bulls Head.
Packed and hot in the covered garden here, the heat from the kitchen making me sweat even more and feel tired, I only had about 3 hours sleep last night and the smell of food reminds me that I’ve not eaten today.
Armed with a bottle of Corona and a slice of lime so big I thought I was going to have to stamp on it to get it in the bottle, I settled down on the floor, holding the wall up in the tropical garden and started to feel the effect of riding, the heat, the lack of sleep and food plus the beer. Then 2 bears walked in and jolted me awake! I really am losing my marbles, first the Tardis and now bears! Turns out they were Rottweilers. One lumbered over to me and started sniffing and licking my hand. Then the other one came over, by this time I’m giving it the dead routine. I decide to be brave and give them a scratch behind the ears, this sends them loopy! Tails wagging they start licking my face, legs and arms, I’ve not been licked this much since I can’t remember! But then there’s drool and slobber, then a growl… time to play dead again. “Don’t worry, that a playful growl” the owner reassures me. I’ll take your word on that mate, its time for a cool sharp harp.
I’m starting to wobble a bit as I climb back to Xizang, its a good job the roads are dead straight from now on. Repton is the old capital of Mercian, so the Romans and Vikings have had a hand in making this place I think.
Anyway, I’m pedalling again over the old causeway and the bridge over the river Trent into Willington past the 2 same pubs we didn’t stop at last week, left turn along another boring long straight over the A38 (I think. I’m not a driver). A right turn another long one into Etwall. (that few miles from Repton to Etwall rides as boring as it reads).
We pass 2 more pubs… there’s something not right here, there’s no moaning from Xizang. I think she’s decided I’ve had enough and she’s doing a cracking job of keeping me upright, which is a major effort with the extra weight of the bike packing stuff she’s carrying as well.
We’re on the Great Northern Greenway again, same as last week, stile, pedal pedal gate gate pedal… time for the standard #lifebehindbars photo, a wee (I don’t think I’ve been all day, that’s good) and send a text to Andy who I’m meeting in town for a pint, these things was done all at the same time. This man can multi task even when drunk! But the text message didn’t go quite to plan “edge of Mickleover 20-30omitrs” I got no reply but I guess he got what I meant.
We passed The Great Northern pub without a thought of going and turned into Radbourne Lane and got stuck in traffic?!? A traffic jam on a quiet country road on a Sunday afternoon! Temporary traffic lights, got bored quickly and just started looking around looking at nothing in particular, but the car in front of me caught my eye, there was something not quite right about it… MY GOD!! A Transformer!! A Autobot! (Vauxhall) Omega Supreme! If my childhood memories are correct. Made my day this encounter did, thoughts of getting up late, gone, being let down gone. Life long ambition achieved! I’d met a Transformer. Smiles for miles 😃
Still grinning as I ride through town, I suddenly break into song. Well I suddenly break into lots of laa laa dee dee dah with a bit of Monty Python’s Always Look on the Bright Side of Life thrown in, I think I was rather loud going on the looks I was getting as I rode through the Market Place but I didn’t care. I’m happy!!
The Brewery Tap.
Time. Gizza clue?
Pint of Birra Moretti.
Andy’s here waiting for me as I stumbled of Xizang.
“How do matey what you having?” I can’t remember what he had it was probably some weird and wonderful concoction from The Derby Brewing Co.
Me and Andy have been friends since we were in our teens and was in the army cadets together. Both of us have always had a love for the outdoors, I go biking and camping, he goes walking and wild camping (Nutter) look him up at http://andyswildadventureblog.weebly.com so we had plenty to chat about, swapping stories and generally shooting the shit for a couple of hours and 2 pints. I know we both had a phone call that went something like “Where are you?” “I’ll be home soon”.
It had been decided for us, it was time to go.
Then waking up at 3am with one shoe on…
*Crusty Carl. So called because he did The Pennine Cycleway with me and he didn’t take a wash kit him.
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