Tour de Goring – day 2 prologue ( 84 km, 617m)

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First trip souvenir

Todays first effort was an inadvertent attempt at self immolation.  Staying at our Airbnb venue, the host was absent and left us food in the fridge to cook up.  Eggs and bacon sounded great – so I tried to light the fancy gas stove which immediately shot out flames towards my non fire retardant nightie.  Not satisfied with doing this once, I tried a second time with the same result.  So I googled the manual for the oven and found that yes, I was doing it right – and when the flames flashed their long tendrils out a third time, I thought, stuff the eggs and bacon!

Leaving earlier than originally intended (as the house cleaners had arrived, and entered the bedroom despite me getting dressed) we departed Lane End which is fairly busy in the morning.

We turned off the main road and headed down a minor road to Marlow – a gentle descent was very pleasant.

At Marlow we turned to follow the river, but at a higher level, climbing up and passing in between Davenport Wood and Rassler Wood.  It was truly a beautiful setting.  This was the second time that I had been in these woods, as I had ridden up the road from the opposite direction in 2007 whilst doing the Thames Source to Sea ride on a mountain bike.

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The next main village was Mill End, where we crossed the Thames River for the first time – but along the extraordinarily long Hambleden Lock.  The sign says that cyclists must walk their bikes – which initially we did for the first few hundred metres, to be overtaken by a cyclist riding his bike.  Well if he was doing it, so would we.

At Henley on Thames we lingered for a while, checking out the river area well known for its rowing regattas.  We located a café named ‘Café Chocolate’ and had a nice hot drink and tasty nibbly!  We then crossed the river to head into Harpsden and Sonning Common.

 

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I was fascinated by this working well in the middle of the road

At Whitchurch Thames we received a message from our friend John who was on his bike heading our way.  So we kept on course and travelled through Pangbourne (and over the Thames again), which seems to feature many swans on the river.

It was just before Streatley that we found John and together we turned around and crossed the Thames, again, into Goring, where we had a nice lunch together – and I purchased the craft work that appears above.  It was a cyclist friendly café – the first one we had seen this trip.

Goring is another pretty river village.

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John and I on the bridge at Goring

It was great having John ride with us as it meant we no longer had to navigate, which required numerous stops and discussions as to which direction we were meant to be heading.

Riding through Crowmarsh Gifford I noted a street named Jethro Tull Gardens, and assumed it was named after the band – but no, it was named after Jethro Tull a famous English agricultural pioneer who helped bring about the British Agricultural Revolution.  He perfected a horse drawn seed drill in 1701 that economically sowed the seeds in neat rows.  He later developed a horse drawn hoe.  The 1970’s group of the same name was named after him!

Another wonderful piece of trivia that I learned from John as we rode, was the sport of poohsticks (I must admit, I had never heard of it!)   The sport was first mentioned in The House of Pooh Corner, a Winnie the Pooh book by A.A.Milne.  Apparently, it is a simple sport which may be played on any bridge over running water – each player drops a stick on the upstream side of a bridge and the one whose stick first appears on the downstream m side is the winner.  The annual world championships are held on the Thames, nearby where we were riding.

We motored along into Wallingford (crossing the river again), to Long Wittenham, following the river to Clifton Hampden (yep, you got it right, another Thames crossing) and into Dorchester.

I was particularly keen to see Dorchester Abbey as I missed it in 2007 due to navigational issues!!  Dorchester Abbey was definitely worth a visit.

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Cottage in the cemetery at the Abbey

 

From there it was just a short ride to John and Val’s home in Benson – where Val was waiting, having cooked us a beautiful lemon cake!

Adverse cambers- prologue Day 1 (89 km, 1100m)

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Ready to leave Ian and Fiona’s home in Northwood, London

Adverse cambers sums up today quite nicely. As we were descending today I saw that sign and wondered what it could mean. Quite obviously adverse is not good, and camber is the road slope…then it hit me like a bolt of lightening as I negotiated a very sharp left hand turn with the camber going the wrong way!!! In my panic, I slammed the brakes hard including my front brake, shoot out into the centre of the road, just pulling the bike back into correct alignment just in the nick of time.

So applying the adverse camber rule, always expect the unexpected!

We had multiple navigational and Garmin issues but did follow the Grand Union Canal for a very pleasant few kilometres along a very narrow gravel track. Great to witness life on the canal and the activity around the locks.

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Grand Union Canal

We travelled through Chorleywood and Chenies. We had been to Chenies on our 2015 trip, doing a walk along the River Chess with Fiona, Ian and Rupert.

Climbing up and down hills throughout the Chilterns was slow going today for a few reasons. Firstly we needed to get used to the two extra luggage bags on our bikes with around 8-10 kg of weight. Then we were in unchartered territory on roads with pot holes, dirt roads, bike tracks, tow paths, poor vision along lanes where the tree canopies created a tunnel effect and so on.

Finally it rained heaps and the road was quite slippery and were were very cautious.

We stopped at the thirteenth century market town of Tring thinking we would have an extended lunch break. Standing outside the local church that we were about to check out Tony suffered a mechanical issue whereby his chain was jammed in his front derailleur. He made a few adjustments and released the chain but his derailleur was not right. He was becoming increasingly frustrated. We located the local bike shop and Neil fixed the bike and would not take any payment.  He asked if I knew Ritchie Porte and my answer surprised him I think.  “Yes since he was a teenager involved in swimming”.

So we headed back to the church and I entered and met a lovely old chap who was delighted to have company and a chat. He insisted that we bring our bikes into the church. I resisted but he said “the vicar does”. Interesting old church has a section going back to the 1100’s.

We then climbed up and down more through Widdinton, Aldbury, Hastoe, Wendover, Great Hampden then Speen. We were not keen on stopping as it was raining heavily now.

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Speen is a pretty area, home to the adverse camber!

We skirted West Wycombe before arriving in Lane End. Unfortunately the prior arrangements made for our Bed and Breakfast failed as there was no one there. For around 90 min we stood outside in the rain getting colder and colder. I was shaking uncontrollably, and knocking on neighbours doors trying to locate the whereabouts of the mystery person who was meant to be there to let us in.

In the meantime a local lady was walking her dog and had noticed us. She enquired as to our well being and invited us into her home. Initially I resisted as I wanted to make sure I did not miss the arrival of the mysterious neighbour. She brought us a welcoming and very warm cup of tea.

Reinforcements arrived in the form of her husband who was armed with thick coats which we gratefully wore. He told us he was a cyclist. The deal was sealed and we went into their home and he stored our bikes in his van.

Sarah then made phone calls and ran around sourcing keys and we were able to get into our accomodation.

Many thanks Sarah, Al and Freddie for your extraordinary kindness. Strava details have been swapped!

Prologue – to be or not to be?

The Tour de France has a prologue – so if it is good enough for them to have one, what the heck, I am too!

Let’s face it – travelling from Devonport to London is not particularly enjoyable – unless perhaps you have a bank account with six zero’s and can afford one of those nice looking first class seats that totally recline – ooooh, total jealousy!

Unfortunately I am a cattle class traveller – although lash out extra dollars to upgrade to an exit row seat, upstairs on the Qantas A380 where the economy seating is 2/3/2 versus downstairs of 3/4/3.  So no random strangers and plenty of leg room to stretch out.

Notwithstanding that it is a seriously loooong flight – one hour to Melbourne, 14 hours to Dubai and around 8 to London – with all that hanging around time in between.  You arrive looking like something from the apocalypse, feeling like the walking dead.  The travel experts say to live the day of where you are arriving – so you have to stay awake for a good part of the day!  Oh my, that is not easy!

So this year we will be allowing one full day of jet lag recovery as that is all we have available prior to getting the legs turning over again.  We arrive on the Saturday afternoon and will be collected by Ian who did LeJog with us in 2013.  We will spend Sunday with Ian and his wife Fiona, but sadly not their canine Rupert who has passed away since our last visit.

On the Monday morning we will head off for a 2 day, self supported ride – first night at an Air BNB at Lane End, and the second night at John’s home in Benson – John was a tour leader on both of our previous trips, and will be doing part of our London to Venice trip.

The Free Dictionary defines a prologue as “an introduction or preface” or ” an introductory act event”.  That is precisely what my prologue will be – it is an introduction to riding again, post the traumas of long haul flying, reawakening the senses and stretching those muscles out, getting the lungs to expand, and huff and puff.

With both of the previous long distance adventure trips, prologues of around 200 km over a couple of days were completed, and we felt it to be a very worthwhile thing to do – you also get the added advantage of seeing more of the surrounding countryside.

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Rupert – R.I.P.