Horley - Bletchingley - Reigate
William IV Bletchingley
With the evidence of last Sunday in mind, preparations for
this ride included the provision of navigation charts, emergency flotation aids,
flares and entonox for Graham. I was not prepared for a cloudless, blue sky,
warm sunshine and a balmy breeze. Instead of adventure on the high seas, we had
a gentle pootle in the Surrey countryside,
with nary a flood or fallen tree to impede our leisurely progress.
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Ray and Geoff |
The first navigational challenge for some was to pinpoint Reigate Old Town Hall
as the meeting point. Geoff was there, as was Ray, with his spanking new Pinnacle on proud
display. Others managed to mislay their sense of orientation,
with or without the help of sat-navs, and made their separate ways to Horley. Waitrose
was teeming with lycra, not all fortunately adorning riders of C&M; some
belonged to Anerley Bicycle Club, present in great number. Thus, fifteen set forth for
Bletchingley, more than the half dozen I had warned William IV to expect, with
our Rides Sec. Andy left behind still chatting to ABC
With conditions so clement we made far more rapid progress
than I had anticipated through Smallfield and Blindley Heath and strove to rein
in the pace. However, by Tilburstow
Hill Road it was clear that some circumambulation
was required; we therefore spurned the hill and headed east towards Crowhurst,
before tacking to head north towards Godstone and approach Tilburstow Hill from
the opposite direction. With energy to spare some sprinted up the hill to
overshoot the only right turn, Rabies
Heath Road, to Bletchingley. A duo went ahead and warned the pub of our
impending arrival with numbers greater than predicted.
This very attractive low-beamed Victorian pub is cosy with just two small bars. We filled the vacant tables and were given a warm welcome. The food was of
excellent quality and value, served promptly with the landlord attentive to our
needs. Good beer well kept, the Cornish Tribute proving popular. The pub was bought by Youngs in 2006 and nearly sold by them for residential conversion in 2012. The application was thankfully rejected by Tandridge District Council. Shame on Youngs!
After a relaxed lunch, some decided to head for home in
sunlight, while others chose the very short downhill ride through Merstham to
the Reigate Garden Centre. It was very early for tea, with our lunch still a
recent memory, but with time to spare, a fair few were prepared to face trial
by tea and cake. Inside we found Matt, for whom the lure of the quilt had
proved too great to join us on our ride. Then it was time to go our separate
ways. The Cateye told me that I had done 42 miles, though others will have
notched up more than a half century, modest perhaps but not too bad for
a jet-stream dominated mid-February.
Jeff