Ride Report 29th June 2019

Richard E writes:

With inclement (wet and cold) weather in the preceding weeks and days, the forecast for the ride was ‘wall to wall’ sunshine, whoop, whoop, and we were not disappointed! This definitely reflected in the number of riders who turned up at the back of Chevin Cycles for the ride.

A ‘not too extreme hilly’ 50 mile route was selected with Simon T in
mind, as he gets back ‘into the swing’ after illness; and because this was
his last club ride before getting married the Saturday following. Finding a
‘not too hilly route’ is pretty difficult to find in the Dales.

Regardless, a ‘good old favourite’ club run was selected that would
take us through; Embsay, Bolton Abbey, past the Cavendish Pavilion, Barden, Appletreewick, Hebden, Grassington, the back road to Kettlewell, Kilnsey, Linton, Cracoe, Hetton, Winterburn, Airton, Otterburn, Flasby,
Gargrave, Carlton in Craven and back to Skipton. The 30 mile route option
would be decided ‘on the fly’ with either a loop back to Skipton, via
Grassington or via Kettlewell (legs dependent).

24 cyclists set out from Skipton. Riders were split into 3 groups. A
‘faster’ group of 9, followed by a group of 15 ‘social riders’ whom
notionally split into two equal-ish groups, (sometimes more equal than
others!). Everyone was enjoying the sunshine and decided on the longer loop with refreshments at The Cottage Tea Room in Kettlewell. It was a very pleasant change to sit outside of the tearoom and bask in the sun, whilst having our refreshments served.

With everyone suitably refreshed, just before everyone set off for the
second half of the ride, Simon said a few words about his upcoming wedding, and in effect as this was his ‘Stag ride’ and therefore we should stop at the pub on the way home. With the Mason’s Arms in Gargrave, chosen as the selected ‘watering hole’ it was very difficult to coax many to finish the 50-mile ride, with just 5 of us doing this, and even then in our haste we missed the Airton turning! The remaining riders took the shortest route to the pub, achieving I am sure, PBs on every segment on the way. A drink in the sun-drenched beer garden, just ‘hit the spot, as we raised a glass to Simon and Jude his ‘bride-to-be’.

No crashes / injuries
No mechanicals
No punctures






Ride Report 8th June 2019

Phil P writes:

I must be jinxed! – this was the third ride in a row where I have been ride leader and it’s rained heavily. It was the day of Skipton Gala so I should have guessed as its usually rains for the gala 😊

Anyway, seven hardy souls turned up at Chevin for the planned route over to Waddington.  I think the better forecast for Sunday made that a better option for many.

There was a quick discussion from some members – including me – about cutting the ride short.

We set off in a heavy drizzle but by Carleton one had already abandoned and returned home. Onward to Broughton and Thornton at a fairly brisk pace. This where the 30 and 50 routes planned to split. Steve, Neil and myself opted for doing the 30 miler leaving Christine, Gary and Phil to bravely carry on. I hereby apologise for abandoning my duties as ride leader, please feel free to sack me and not permit me to lead any rides in the future.

We plodded on to Hazy Days café at Hellifield to refuel and warm up. Just after we left the cafe the heavens opened for a heavy downpour. I suggested that if we hadn’t done the cafe stop we may have made it home before this. Onward to Gargrave via Otterburn, Bell Busk etc. then we all started to plot our individual routes back through Skipton to avoid the road closures as the Gala procession was just due to be setting off. We also decided to forego the post-ride Coffee as we were all pretty much wet through by this time.

A few Strava PRs were gained, I guess mainly as we didn’t want to be hanging about and didn’t need to stop and regroup. Strava reports suggest that the 50 mile riders had a reasonable ride without too much of a soaking. However further discussions suggest that that perhaps was not entirely correct and they also got a right soaking, also many roads were plagued with loose chippings as local authorities seem to be doing resurfacing works.

Interestingly a few people rode the route on Sunday which was a much brighter day. 

Thanks all for turning up and supporting the rides.



Ride Report 15th May 2019

Chris Gibbons writes:

Wednesday night Training. Making the most of a warm light evening this week. Great weather but only 3 of us out. Maybe a Malham Tarn Loop on an evening is not for everyone.
All the climbs were ‘attacked’ fast and furious tonight giving us an 18mph average by ride end.
The peace of Malham Moor was interrupted briefly by a motorcycle club outing, also held up slightly. Cyclists descend hills a lot quicker than the engine variety…well I do anyway!
With no lights it was a race against the setting sun on the return leg back from Arncliffe.
Helped out by some returning TT-ers doing a turn on the front till we dropped them.
We all agreed it felt like a proper workout
Thanks to Tara and Richard for being up for A 39 miler on a school night


Ride Report 11th May 2019

Rick Small writes:


The weather forecast was generally good for the day so it was a bit surprising that the turn out was on the low side but it did make the 3 groups very easy to organise and manage during the day.
Thanks to Steve Wilkinson for helping me get the routes up on Strava, I feel I’m get nearer by the day to being able to post the routes myself, quite a challenge when a couple of years ago I thought “Strava” was the name of a distant galaxy.

The faster group of 5 then 6 set of with fine gusto not to be seen again until we met up at Fewston Farm Shop Cafe where we all sheltered from an unexpected downpour which certainly put the dampers on things, literally. At least we had time for another tea and an nth visit to the toilet. Quite an issue for the over sixties.

The hail stones were an interesting addition especially considering that most of us were tending towards summer cycling kit.

9 of us in the main group departed from the back of Chevin Cycles, 4 completing the 30 miler through Grassington and the 5 of us continuing to Fewston Cafe, amazingly good food prices and loads of seating. Our ride near Appletreewick was livened up by a local farmer in his “golf buggy” who seemed to think the local roads were his and that we were affecting his rapid pace of life. Interesting that he managed to find time to “have a go at us”. Mind you there were scores of cyclists about taking part in “Fat lads at the Back sportif”. However, when it came to cyclists insurance, which he assumed we didn’t have, I did put him straight. Anyhow, the scenery was fab as May is such a brill time of the year with all the new growth and wild bird activity.

On the return leg of the ride, the five of us stayed together well and got into some neat group riding. We finished up at Kane’s pad (the Clubhouse Cafe), had an excellent coffee or two and probably put the world to right.


Cheers Rick

Ride report for 20th April 2019

Geoff Wilkinson writes:

Journey to the Centre of….. where exactly?

Preamble: when I recce’d this ride to Dunsop Bridge on 4th April I established three things: 1) The Puddleducks Tearoom (our destination) proclaimed itself to be located at the precise centre of the United Kingdom (more of which later); 2) the journey there and back from Skipton was a bit further than the “normal” 50ish miles for an SCC Saturday ride and 3) the proprietors were very relaxed about their ability to accommodate a sizeable cycling group.  Nevertheless, I promised to call them on the morning of our ride to advise on our numbers and ETA.  They agreed this was a good idea so, to be on the safe side, I called on the Friday before the ride and again on the morning of the ride.  On both occasions I was diverted to voice mail where I left my messages.  No responses to two calls generated the germ of a very small doubt which lodged itself in my mind.  Still, it’s just a café – yeah – and it’s Easter Saturday – yeah – so they’re bound to be open.  What could possibly go wrong?

So, what could possibly go wrong?  The morning of the ride (Easter Saturday) dawned bright and clear with just the slightest of early morning chills to enliven the senses.  Everything pointed to it being one of the warmest Easter weekends on record.

26 eager cyclists turned out for this, my first, SCC ride as leader.  The six members of the “fast squad” departed with gusto leaving the remaining 20 to brave the A59 in two smaller teams so as to lessen the annoyance to the Easter traffic.  The “usual” route to Bolton-by-Bowland was pleasant and incident free – save for one heart-warming moment when the gentleman passenger of a boy-racer’s car enlightened us by opining that, in his (no doubt humble) opinion we were all, in fact “a bunch of wankers”.  Well, who would have thought it?

Relief presented itself in the form of the public conveniences at Bolton-by-Bowland, and during the relieving process 5 members of the group resolved to follow a shorter route by heading up to the “Delicious Deli” at Gisburn and thence back to Skipton.

The remaining 15 girded their (now relieved) loins, gritted their teeth and pressed on. The climb out of Bolton heads up Holden Lane which, evidence suggests, was last resurfaced in the summer of 1749, and follows Holden Clough which is long and relentlessly steep and leaves little breath available for small talk.  Eventually someone summoned enough wind to shout “stop” and we regrouped at Lane Ends before pushing on via Easington and Newton (and four fabulous and well-earned descents) towards Dunsop Bridge – with the scent of coffee and burnt sausages (more of which later) now in our nostrils.

Arriving at The Puddleducks Tearoom we were greeted by a small scene of calm indulgence surrounded by a larger scene of chaos and carnage.  The calm indulgence was being experienced by the six members of the “fast squad” who had settled themselves down “al fresco” and were tucking into their pies, beans, toast, teas and cakes.  As ride leader it befell me to admonish them severely for failing to cool the Sauvignon Blanc in anticipation of our arrival.  Personally, I blame Rick S – a man of wide experience who should know better.

Then things went downhill… the place was busy (it was Easter Saturday after all), but they did remember my visit and their agreement to accommodate us, didn’t they?  Err… no.  In fact they were the NEW proprietors, having just taken over the business TODAY!  Ahh… but the old proprietors surely passed on my request didn’t they?  Err… no.  Ahh… but you did receive the two voice-messages I left for you didn’t you?  Err… no we haven’t listened to the voicemails yet.  Ahh… but you can serve us can’t you? Err… no, well not for at least half an hour as we’ve got 30 outstanding orders to fulfil.  


In an effort to negotiate a route through this trauma-inducing impasse we were offered the option of a “bulk deal” on sausage butties which, it appeared, could be whistled up by magic as long as we all agreed to the same choice.  So we did.  We awaited the impending feast with a mixture of starvation and trepidation, during which time an erudite debate ensued concerning the claim that we were now sitting in “the centre of the United Kingdom”.  Doubters asserted it must mean Great Britain rather than the UK.  Others disagreed.  Edward intervened “you’re both wrong” he asserted “the centre of the UK is over there” (he pointed).  “I could even give you the coordinates – assuming you know what a coordinate is” – he mansplained to Caran.  And, you know what, he’s right.  It’s at Whitendale Hanging Stones near Brennan’s Farm (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brennand_Farm).  

Who said troubles come in threes?  After topping off our sausage butties with a round of cakes we, somewhat reluctantly, mounted our trusty steeds and plodded off into the east.  Luckily, there was little headwind and we made rapid progress until my enduring bad luck intervened once again and I punctured in the run up to Wigglesworth.  Still, with help and encouragement from Matt and Neil, I was soon back in the saddle.

I feel this ride report is now in danger of outlasting the ride itself, so I’ll draw rapidly to a close with the following summary: Dunsop Bridge is 30 miles away – back in Skipton we all had over 60 on the clock but everyone survived both the ride and the sausages, and we now know where the centre of the UK is but don’t trust the proprietors of The Puddleducks to listen to their voice-mails and Karen is right… a G&T does go down well after a long ride.


PS: please don’t ask me to lead another ride until I’ve fully recovered.



Ride Report 6th April 2019

Richard Emptage writes:

A recce of the route was undertaken on the preceding Wednesday. Snow was evident on the surrounding hill tops, and snow and hail were encountered on the climb up to Tosside. With driving rain being the norm for the day.

What a pleasant surprise to awake to a sunny, albeit cool, Saturday morning. Donning plenty of layers of cycling apparel to keep warm; the sun stayed out for the entire ride, the temperature rising to 14°C; with everyone discarding layers as the ride progressed.

26 cyclists set out from Skipton, with an additional 2 joining in Gargrave. Riders were split into 3 groups. A ‘faster’ group of 8, followed by 2 groups of 9. Everyone had elected to cycle the 50-mile route! With the bikes almost in ‘auto-pilot’ mode, we navigated the ever-popular route out of Skipton via; Carleton, Gargrave, Bank Newton, Nappa, Halton West, and Bolton by Bowland.

For me, the Holden Lane section was ‘unexplored territory’. A 20-min (Cat-3) climb from Holden to our Café stop at The Old Vicarage Tea Room in Tosside. It was challenging, but doable! When we arrived at the Tea Room, the first group were sat outside in the glorious sunshine, and already tucking in their well-earned refreshments.

Now suitably refreshed, it was all ‘down-hill’ back home to Skipton … well apart from one or two ‘undulations’ to negotiate. Certainly, it was down hill to Wigglesworth. Flat Lane is definitely NOT flat! Arriving in Helifield, it was back into ‘auto-pilot’ mode as we basked in the sun and plotted our course back to Skipton via; Otterburn, Bell Busk, Eshton, Gargrave, Broughton, Carleton … and for some, a coffee and cake in the Club House Café.

No crashes / injuries

No mechanicals

No punctures


Ride report 2nd March 2019

Gary Crompton writes:

A drizzly start to today’s ride didn’t put many off the border crossing to the Red Side: no passports required. A small advanced party of 5 set off into the distance, followed by 3 groups totalling another 18 riders. Not content with that, we collected another 2 on route to Gargrave. A usual out-route took us through West Marton towards Baa’lick. The 30 milers left us as we headed for Blacko. I’m hoping they found the route from Foulridge, although they’d already rebelled and decided they weren’t going to do the little climb out of Earby I’d set on the route . The rest of us descended into Witch Country. Passing my old primary school in Roughlee, I recalled tales of years gone by and the massive injustice of being told off by my old headteacher. The climb now ramped up to Newchurch with more than one of our group hufflepuffing and cursing the short but steep climb. At the top, Andy began reflecting on the Strava title for his ride whilst looking over to Pendle Hill. Onward and down to lunch at ‘The Cabin’ in Barley.

Cabin “fever”

Thanks to Paula at the Cabin for sorting lunch, the usual beans on toast for most of us, although, Jayne’s beef stew and dumplings was being enviously looked upon by more than one of the group. It was pointed out to me that Edward might have got a bit grumpy as the tea didn’t come in a pot! I’ll let them know the next time we call in. I did have to put ‘our Paula’s’ mind at ease on more than one occasion that we didn’t have to go up the hill we’d come down after we’d finished lunch; we just had another one instead. Climbing post lunch out of Barley to the foot of Pendle, we had a short photo stop before descending to Downham and a downpour, no doubt bestowed upon us for heading back to White Rose Country – hopefully not cursed by the witches. The long steady climb back towards Hellifield left one member of the group feeling deflated, well, his back tyre in any case. Matt even blew a valve trying to pump it up. Limping on to Otterburn, where Tara jumped to the rescue with a track pump having already been home for some time. Steady away …. we all returned to Skipton, where a small group had a coffee before returning home. Big thanks to everyone for an enjoyable – if a bit of a hilly – ride today. Gary

Didn’t we do well!
Down to Downham


Ride Report 23rd Feb 2019

Mark Wilkins writes:

Another Beautiful spring weather day – perhaps half-term kept the numbers down to 10 – where were the rest of you? It was a beautiful day to get up to Greenhow Hill and get long distant views!
10 riders set off from Chevin – nice to see Will back after a long lay-off with a rugby injury!
Up to Embsay past the bad tempered motorist and up Black Park. The views were getting better as the sun burned off the mist.
A fast descent to Barden Bridge and then on to the T-junction at Skyreholme where the lone 30 miler carried on to Grassington. The 9 carried on up the New Road climb to the Grassington – Pateley Bridge road. It’s a spectacular climb as you try to escape the steep sides of Wharfedale!
Up past Stump Cross Caverns to Greenhow Hill at a good pace and then suddenly into the wind as we turned south along Redlish Road to Fewston. The wind was surprisingly cold but few noticed as the tight group zipped along seeing the golf balls of Menwith Hill emerge and grow in definition, as the early morning mist cleared.
Good service and low prices at Fewston Farm shop and then down to cross the dam wall of Fewston Reservoir on the Washburn.
A scenic detour was taken via Timble village – Mark wanted to know if the pub was worth visiting!

Jackie putting in an effort!
Phil giving it some!

Phil enjoyed the short sharp climb to the top of Askwith Moor and then a fast decent to Ilkley via Askwith, where we gathered at the stone footbridge over the Wharfe. The group decided that they’d had enough climbing and that the roadworks to the Cringles were best avoided. This meant a steady ride back to Bolton Bridge via Nesfield and then the Gated Road to Embsay. Back to the Clubhouse café at a very respectable 3pm.
Very few traffic incidents “luckily”, apart from the near miss at Bolton Abbey. One of our number was cut-up by a 4×4 driver with poor distance judgement. No harm done or nerves shredded.


Edward and the Balls behind him!

Ride Report Feb 16th 2019

Spring was in the air today and the mild forecast attracted a big turnout of over 20 for the club rides. The choice of kit being worn reflected the level of confidence that individuals had in the Met Office! Most had opted for the safe choice of bib longs, gilets and winter weight tops on the basis of “never cast a clout until May’s out!’ However one brave soul, with an optimistic view of life, was in full summer apparel of short-sleeved club top and bib shorts! Brrr.

The route was an old favourite best done in good weather: over High Side from Airton, through Settle and down to Austwick, then past Wharfe and onto Elaine’s Tearoom at Feizor. Return route was through Hellifield and Bell Busk to Gargrave.

8 set off in the faster group led by Jonathan with 13 in the main group to start with. Mercifully, I suppose, the “optimist” opted for the shorter 30 miler as the milder temps  predicted didn’t really materialise. We were joined by a guest couple, Karen and Graham, for their first club ride. Perhaps the first of many! 

The familiar herd of Highland cattle were waiting at the road junction on the way up over the high moorland road but sensibly steered clear of us as we stormed through at high speed! A “catch up” at the  Ebor Gate cattle grid before the descent into Settle down High Hill Lane was a good photo opportunity and a chance for Kevan to join us. He had missed us at Airton.

Catch up at Ebor Gate above High Side after the climb up from Airton

After a comfort stop at 3 Peaks Cycles in Settle, we pushed on up the road past Knights Stainforth to Helwith Bridge. The next few miles provide a delightful stretch of road that twists and turns on the way down to Austwick. Unfortunately along here Geoff suffered a mechanical being unable to change gear along here necessitating calling at 3 Peaks Cycles and missing out on the lunch stop at Elaine’s.

As usual we all enjoyed welcoming and speedy service and platefuls of “healthy” eating! We caught up with faster riders here who were into a second course of cake when we arrived.

Jo struggling to get her cake down!
All smiles at Elaines Tearoom, Feizor. Is it all down hill from here?

We set off back to Skipton with the fast descent of Buckhaw Brow, through Giggleswick and then along the Ribble valley to Rathmell and Wigglesworth before ascending Flat Lane (really?) to Hellifield. At this point Geoff joined up with us having had a temporary fix on his mechanical which gave him a single mid range gear to get him home. The usual thrash along to Bell Busk followed for those having their Strava PBs in mind.

A post ride coffee and cake at the Clubhouse ended a good day out.

Steve Wilkinson


Ride Report 9/2/19

Rick Small writes

Where were you all missing the fine cycling weather (not really)?. With the ride start put back to 11.30am, 5 of us set off on the pre-planned 30ml route picking up Gary on the way through Embsay. Black Park climb never gets any easier even with a forceful tail wind. Blustery conditions to Appletreewick and Grassington where sausage sarnies were the most popular choice at the Eco Cafe. As the taxi home didn’t arrive (joke), we had to continue cycling to Conistone, Threshfield, Hetton, Gargrave, Broughton and back. Avoiding inches of surface water and staying upright during the sudden gusts of wind were the main points of interest. BUT, at least we got out and enjoyed coffee and cake at the clubhouse.