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Stanwick Lakes – why do kids get to have all the fun???

12 Sep

Mileage: 6 miles
Why: Wanted to check out the cycling facilities
Food: None en-route, but tucked into delicious Sunday lunch soon after

Since we had dinner invite in the area, we figured we’d take the opportunity to take a quick ride around nearby Stanwick Lakes.

This nature reserve in Northamptonshire follows lakes, canals and waterways  in a pleasant, pretty and utterly flat valley, and is very much designed with the child in mind. The child within, on the other hand, was left an envious onlooker…

It starts in the carpark, where the vast, magnificent play area is the first you will see. It has turrets, climbing frames, a moat and all manner of obstacles and slides. Beats any of the playgrounds I ever had access to as a child. The nearby picnic tables provided perfect observation points for picnicking parents.

Jealous onlooker...

Lovely sun terrace - or at least when it's sunny...

We took a look at the visitor centre instead, where a lovely terrace juts out onto the lake like the prow of a ship. Inside, kids can get on a bike to see how much energy they can produce. Enough to boil a kettle? Power the mobile? I wanted to see if I could get a tv working, but the bike was too small. Seriously, why do kids get to have all the fun?

As for the cycling, it was flat with no circular options and not exactly the most challenging, but then we weren’t the target audience either. On the other hand, I can’t think of a better place for children to discover the joys of cycling. Paths are wide enough to cycle at some speed without fear of crashing, are not all that busy, and there are plenty of things to look at, by way of canals, barges and wildlife.

If that gets boring, the picnic and the playground beckons.

Bike hire is available

Old Warden – airship sheds, farm shops and vineyards

1 Jul

Mileage: 16 miles
Why: Exploring the countryside around Old Warden
Food:  Potato omelette and chocolate orange cheesecake

We drove our bikes to Old Warden last weekend, in order to do a loop around Shuttleworth College, Northill and Cardington (map here). At 16 miles, this seemed like a nice distance, but more importantly, set in what must surely be Bedfordshire’s prettiest countryside.

Hansl and Gretl land

We started off in Old Warden, where cottages with thatched roofs, white lattice-work on pink walls and perfectly manicured gardens seem to be lifted straight from a fairytale. The route skirted Shuttleworth, a stately home now housing a college, an aircraft collection, a Swiss garden and a bird of prey centre. We’d been before, so we passed by the entrance, but the collection is well worth a visit if you’re in the area.

Instead, we took a left turn to Ickwell and Northill, home of a maypole, more fairytale cottages and the first of many gastro-like pubs (The Crown) with fabulous beer gardens. We spied a kestrel swooping above us and took a moment to admire it before starting on the slight, but long-ish uphill section towards Cardington.

As we cleared the last hill, Cardington airship hangars suddenly appeared before us, which threw our sense of geography completely. We were that close? Really? The sheds dwarf the terrain and are impossible to miss if you drive anywhere south of Bedford, and coming upon them this close made us feel like Gulliver stepping into the land of giants. At 800ft long, they are on the big side.

The sheds are fascinating old relics, the biggest shed in Britain when built in 1916, and they are now listed.  Shed 1 is owned by AT Group, which is trying to revive the airship business, whilst shed 2, the restored one, has been used to film Batman, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Red Dwarf, amongst others. Paul McCartney has also done some practicing there, so we felt in good company.

Of equal interest, naturally, was Summerhill farm shop, which we stumbled upon on our way through. We didn’t buy anything, as the heat and the mode of transport seemed a bit impractical, but the array of meats, sauces, cheeses, fruit and bread were absolutely mouth-watering, to the point where I’m now planning a big BBQ purely so I can go back and indulge.

Gastropubs everywhere - this is the Hare and Hounds in Old Warden (www.hareandhoundsoldwarden.co.uk/)

But I digress. Our lovely flat route involved one 10% incline, and a fairly long one to boot, and it was at hand. The approach was long and flat, following a disused railway line, but we certainly got our work-out on the incline. This is where I have to ask – why is the wind always against us, and particularly so on hills, no matter which way we turn? If you’re doing a loop, surely the wind should at some point be in your back?

Having made a detour to Ireland, and yet another gastro pub (the excellent Black Horse), we then stopped for lunch outside the walls of Warden Abbey Vineyard, whose wines we’d just admired at the farm shop. From there, fern-covered forests enclosed the road on either side, and we also passed a mature tree plantation, which I found interesting – how big a garden must you have in order to be in need of a batch of 20-feet high trees?

Back where we began...

It was a fairly unglamorous picnic, in the end, since we didn’t find a single bench on the entire route, and so were left standing with our omelettes. We resolved to either make it a pub lunch next time, seeing as there is so much choice in that department, or else a luxury picnic back at the car. And that is indeed where we ate our chocolate orange cheesecake, though at least we had wonderful views of Shuttleworth college in the distance.

A two-wheeled pub crawl

18 Jun

Mileage: 6-7 miles, who knows…
Why: Pub crawl to The Cross Keys, via The Star and Garter, to The Jolly Coopers and home
Food: None, but several chaste lemonades with orange juice.

The Cross Keys in Pulloxhill

Following my Mr & Mrs Average post, it occurred to me that the solution to pub-loving, exercise-hating Britain might just be to cycle to the pub, since the 70% who don’t do regular exercise still manage to go to the pub at least once a week. Hence the idea of the two-wheeled pub crawl.

Obviously, the local might just be a bit too close to home, but we all know a pub we’re keen to try out or go to more often, and so we mapped our pub crawl accordingly. Pulloxhill first, where we’d already tried the Chequers, a pub with a shop and a beer-drinking dog, so we headed for the Cross Keys instead. A pub crawl with bikes is really a beer-garden crawl, so I never got to see the inside, but Simon described it as a ‘typical pub-goers pub’, whatever that means. But the beer garden was nice, though empty, despite the sun.

From Pulloxhill, we aimed for Silsoe and the Star and Garter, albeit via a slight detour down a dead end. This rather confirmed that going tee-total had been a good idea, since there was no telling how lost we would have been had we not been sober, though at least we were rewarded with some lovely views over the fields.

Star and Garter, Silsoe

The Star and Garter is one of our regular haunts and just plain lovely. It’s good pub grub inside, but the beer garden is the main draw; sunny, relaxed and with suitable amount of life passing by to keep us entertained. Thus we passed another orange lemonade in perfect contentment.

Orange juice and cycling turned out not to be a great combination, however, so there was really no other choice but to make another stop at the Jolly Coopers in Wardhedges. The beer garden here is pleasant enough, but the smokers have been given the best spot with a few tables at the front, so we snatched their domain for a final drink since they were nowhere in sight.

I’m not sure that the above quite qualifies for a pub crawl, being non-alcoholic and all, but it certainly was a great way to find sunny spots to while away a warm summer’s evening. Nor does it qualify as exercise, I suppose, but it’s still being active, isn’t it? And couch-potato England is certainly in need of finding new ways of getting from A to B.

Hmm, I wonder what the drink-cycling limit is…

Maidens, ducks and figgy custard tart

14 Jun

Mileage: 6 miles – to Ampthill and back
Why: It was sunny, we had time to kill and a cake to eat
Food: Figgy custard tart

When I first arrived in England, a few things soon established themselves as complete mysteries; mince pies (do the English not like to enjoy good food at Christmas?), baked beans, that ‘how are you?’ is in fact not a question anyone would like an answer to, and why the weather is such a conversation topic. And cricket.

Just to prove I'm not lying

I will probably never understand mince pies, but I do get cricket now. It’s about lazy Sunday afternoons with picnics and polite gentlemen dressed in white, tweeting birds and perhaps a bit of Buck’s Fizz. I have in fact become so clued up that I now understand that 5 runs for 5 wickets, which is what Ampthill’s 2nd team had achieved by the time we arrived, represents a spectacularly bad score. With that in mind, a grand total of 64 runs must have seemed fairly respectable by the end, but it meant that our entertainment was cut woefully short, even if we got to see an impressive array of maidens and ducks (don’t ask me to explain, I’m not that clued up…).

Cycling the day after an England match turned out to be inspired, however, with everyone apart from us, the cricketers (or at least the visiting team) and a few spectators nursing their hang-overs. It was downright strange cycling down roads almost devoid of cars or people, but we got to own the roads for the day, and that was nice.

Meanwhile, we enjoyed a sunny Sunday afternoon in the best possible way, eating custard tart in Ampthill park, whilst watching 13 men do something or other with two bats and a ball. Isn’t funny that something that’s so difficult to get your head around can be so calming and relaxing once you get it?

On the beauty of getting lost

2 Jun

Mileage: 5-6 miles – to Pulloxhill and back
Why: Just wanted an early evening roll-about
Food: None en-route, but came back to salmon en croute with goat’s cheese and artichokes, chocolate fondants and Cava…

You wouldn’t have thought it possible to take the wrong turn in a village with a high street and not much else, but that is exactly what we managed on our spur-of-the-moment ride. A small hill later and we found, to our astonishment, that we have a lovely, little hamlet on our doorstep.

Not that Pulloxhill itself was a surprise, since we knew it was there, rather it was the fact that it was so picturesque. Fields, wildflowers and munching horses to both sides, everything bathed in a hazy golden light, quaint cottages and The Chequers, a pub which includes a shop, of all things.

It was like we’d stepped into a set of Midsomer Murders, an idea further reinforced by the two old codgers who came tootling past in a golf cart. Even the obligatory Chav Who Nearly Rammed Us Off The Road drove a sweet car. The word ‘hill’ in the name was a give-away, I suppose, but the views really were fantastic.

And that’s really the best thing about cycling; exploring, finding new places, ideally by accident, seeing old ones with new eyes and happening upon that sweet, little pub or beautiful view.

Summer evening in Bedfordshire

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