15th April 2010: Ravensmoor

A sunny, 12 deg C, day is in prospect with a 12mph NE wind.  Out at 10am on the dry bike and on the way I meet Ivan loading his pantechnicon of a motorhome for a trip to Bristol; he threatens to lead us on a future ride over Mow Cop that he has recently completed.
At Manley Mere, Mike M is soaking up the sun with a pile of maps in front of him.  Brian Mac and Phil are just settling in after arranging easy payments for tea and flapjack.  Then Peter W turns up in admin mode: " I'm not joining you I just want to talk to Mike about Bikeability."  At which Brian chips in: " I have to be back by 1pm so Phil and I will do our own thing."  Mike and I sniff our armpits - no, it's not that.  Finally Dave and Liz turn up on the tandem, late, obviously: "We're only doing 40 miles round trip today so we won't be with you all the way."  Mike and I share a 'what have we done?' glance and Mike's geographical motivation leaves him: "Where are you taking us, Ray?"  Oh dear, I was hoping to hang on the back today.  "We'll go SE to cross the wind.  Ashton, Beeston, Cholmondely, Wrenbury and Ravensmoor to sample the trough at The Farmer's Arms."
The tandem isn't on top form so we slow the pace while Dave and I negotiate a suitable 20-mile mark eaterie.  He likes my suggestion of the Nag's Head at Bunbury; it has just been refurbished and re-opened with a food menu - 3 courses at £7.  We leave them at Beeston and the hammer descends.  Now, answers to this on a postcard: how does a beer swilling, business lunching, socialite like Mike maintain this level of fitness?  You can't shake him off.  All right, he doesn't get on the front but you wouldn't expect that of a financial adviser.  We make fast progress to Wrenbury and then take a nice little diversion via Sound to reach Ravensmoor from the south.
The Farmer's Arms is a pleasant place and we both order 'brewed in the keg, connoisseur's lime and soda' - it must be at £1:40 a pint - and a light lunch. After sharing one another's life stories, medical histories and National Insurance numbers we make a move into the warm sunshine for the return.  Swanley and Faddiley are dispatched but Brindley delivers Mike a flat.  He's picked up a slow from a thorn and the low pressure allowed a snakebite over the pots we've been over.  We carry on through Bunbury and Beeston and even on a soft rear (poor pump) he's hanging on, uphill doing 20mph.  We stop at the Ice Cream Farm so that I can learn the secrets of reaching super fitness via debauchery.  From there it's route 1 home for a round trip of 61 miles.
RH