As the sunshine gleamed through
the curtain I realised that the Brompton magic was working its wonder with the
weather. Bright blue skies, clear as a bell. To think that 24 hours earlier
part of today's proposed route looked like this.
(c) Andy Longfellow 2014
I headed out to discover that
bright doesn't necessarily mean warm. Pedal power warmed me up along the South
Circular, being overtaken by speedsters about to lap and slap their
Strava/Strada (one of those is a pizza restaurant but I mean the other one!)
records of Richmond Park. A win win win - they'd be pushing their physical
strength to new levels, maintaining and improving fitness whilst not spending
big money to sit and sweat in a gym - to top the lot they'd be riding a
bicycle! Way to go!
Circuiting Richmond Park on a Brommie eludes me. I'm convinced I'd never reach the top of those hills so I stayed on the main road and discovered the power of one of today's unexpected guests - the headwind. A real work out!
Circuiting Richmond Park on a Brommie eludes me. I'm convinced I'd never reach the top of those hills so I stayed on the main road and discovered the power of one of today's unexpected guests - the headwind. A real work out!
At Costa in Richmond I met
Chris, then Tony, then caught up with Anne and David which was great and soon
we were a group of 10. At last I could meet Mick B and Karen - not just a
hallucination on the web! - with our illustrious Ride Leader, Andy. Chatting
and coffee, holding on to our Brommies so they weren't blown over. It was all
good. The 11th guest was the temperature. That robin must have his head under
his wing, poor thing. The north wind blew. I put on my Tourcanourbano emergency
waterproof wind proof jacket and it stayed on all day.
As usual, bands of Brommies always cause a stir, a bit of standing and staring
by members of the public. Once we were all together, Andy led us down a little
lane, along Richmond Green and straight to a Chocolatier - except we could only
look at it, no time to go in. I will be back!
Out over a bridge and along the
towpath. We actually cycled along the stretch that had been underwater the day
before. The water level was the highest I have ever seen, indeed the overflow
of Friday had created a new lake on what is normally a playing field.
Then I had another Alice in
Wonderland moment. This is the second time it's happened - both times on
Brommie rides - as I must have drunk another Drink Me drink. One moment I
was cycling along the river and the next I was cycling in one of my photos, in
a place I have never, ever been to before. It was so surreal. I was so
overcome by it all that I stopped cycling. And stared.
In my early twenties I spent so
many summer Sundays picnicking in what used to be a meadow running down
Richmond Hill. It used to have long grass and was full of daisies and
buttercups. Picnics with my then boyfriend were often joined by his family. The
long afternoons of games with nephews and nieces, hide and seek, I-spy,
Scrabble, making the longest daisy chains encompassed by warm sunshine and fun.
We even had a surprise birthday party there one evening. About 40 of us all hid
in the long grass and as the Birthday Boy arrived (thinking he was going for a
stroll with his wife) we all popped out of the grass singing Happy Birthday To
Youuuuu! I don't think I will ever forget the sound of his laughter
rolling down the hillside as more and more of us appeared in front of him. We
had all brought champagne and picnics which we shared and compared as we
laughed and chatted the evening away until about 10.30 or so and left as
darkness fell. A memory of memories.
The thing about this spot isn't just the meadow. It's the view. The Thames makes a sweeping turn to the left and there's an island in the middle. You can see for miles and every time you go there it is different. Here it is - with a friend (and his bicycle of course) in the foreground but behind him is the meadow and then the view.
The thing about this spot isn't just the meadow. It's the view. The Thames makes a sweeping turn to the left and there's an island in the middle. You can see for miles and every time you go there it is different. Here it is - with a friend (and his bicycle of course) in the foreground but behind him is the meadow and then the view.
So without notice or warning I
had literally ridden into my past as there I was riding my Brommie along the
towpath to the right of the Island. As I turned round to see the meadow and
hillside behind me all the memories above just flew into my head.
Things like this only happen on
a bicycle. You just see so many things that would normally be missed. As I
looked ahead I realised I was way behind the others who were waiting around the
next corner oblivious to the mind time that had brought me to a halt. I caught
up with them and we weaved our way along the path, chatting about all sorts of stuff
as we went over bridges, Victorian Thames Barriers and past ducks who were
wondering how they could win their battle of the flow which was working against
them. Andy was full of all sorts of information about the area making the whole
ride very special.
There was just enough space for
us to cycle along this stretch without putting our wheels in the water but all
I could think about was Olaf who would have made me cycle through it - so on
the return I did and Orange Brompton kindly took the pics as proof!
We reached Kingston and once
over the bridge we split into two groups as I was unkeen to give my Brommie a
mud bath! Ken, Tony and I stayed on the road and the others followed the
river path. We met up at the back gates of Hampton Court which created a
perfect photo opportunity. As soon as I saw the front I realised that the last
time I saw it was when Bradley Wiggins was winning a race and where he leapt
into the crowd.
Once in the restaurant the
heavens opened until we left when the sun came out again. Did I mention the
power of the Brommie? The food at Hampton Court may be expensive but it is
delicious and it is run by a charity I assume paying for the upkeep of the
palace.
Cycling through Bushey Park we
stumbled across the deer and I tried to match Brommie Antlers with theirs (this
only works - if at all - on the M-type!). There was a visitation which meant we
could enjoy the park a little longer as Mick B replaced the tube in lightening
speed and we headed east accompanied by a Tail Wind!! 20.6 mph without much
pedalling - what's not to like?
Sooner than I was expecting we
were outside Costa again and the heavens opened - but not for long. We all said
our goodbyes, four of us headed east sometimes into the headwind and at Putney
Bridge we rejoined the river path. Thanks to David I found a great route home
which means avoiding the Wandsworth one way system. Result!
31.20 miles in 3hrs 22 in fabulous company on a really great ride. Thank you
Andy, I very much look forward to the next one. The rest of the pics are here
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