CassidyAce
Senior Retro Guru
I spent some time in the morning adding more parts to the Ridgeback 705RS (last seen in one of Markybeau's posts a few weeks ago) and, for a while, I thought it might get its maiden voyage today, but it wasn't to be. So, I was back on the Stumpy today and it felt good, especially after having had a bit of a tune up. I felt like I hadn't been to the sea for a while but I also felt like cruising through the country lanes again, so I did both. Essentially, it was a repeat of the ride I did three weeks ago: Fordwich, Grove Ferry, Hillborough, Herne Bay, Whitstable, and up and over the Crab and Winkle Way back to Canterbury. I cut a corner or two, though, so I could get back for around 19:00.
I stopped to say 'Hello' to these ladies but they blanked me. 'Speak to the hoof!' as it were.
Sunshine and dark clouds, near Chislet:
Arriving at the sea:
Which was followed by six or seven miles of this sort of thing (18:00, still warm at 20°C, cycling into quite a strong breeze, but scarcely anyone around):
Until I was just about approaching Herne Bay, when I heard a shout: 'Lovely bike!' I turned around and stopped for a chat with a retrobike aficionado. It turns out that he owns a cafe in Herne Bay called 49 Mortimer Street (https://www.facebook.com/49MortimerStreet/) so if you're ever in Herne Bay and want a bite to eat in a place where the owner knows his Maguras from his Manitou, there you are.
Just about visible on the horizon, toward the left: Southend. And just about visible, in the centre: dark blobs above the water. They're actually WW2 anti-aircraft gun turrets which were used against the Luftwaffe's attempts to fly down the Thames estuary. And, just under 80 years ago, it was this stretch of water, near Herne Bay, which was used for practising dropping Barnes Wallis's bouncing bombs, of Dam Busters fame. This quiet seafront resonated to the sound of Lancaster bombers.
More dramatic-looking dark clouds and sunshine on the Crab and Winkle Way:
I stopped to say 'Hello' to these ladies but they blanked me. 'Speak to the hoof!' as it were.
Sunshine and dark clouds, near Chislet:
Arriving at the sea:
Which was followed by six or seven miles of this sort of thing (18:00, still warm at 20°C, cycling into quite a strong breeze, but scarcely anyone around):
Until I was just about approaching Herne Bay, when I heard a shout: 'Lovely bike!' I turned around and stopped for a chat with a retrobike aficionado. It turns out that he owns a cafe in Herne Bay called 49 Mortimer Street (https://www.facebook.com/49MortimerStreet/) so if you're ever in Herne Bay and want a bite to eat in a place where the owner knows his Maguras from his Manitou, there you are.
Just about visible on the horizon, toward the left: Southend. And just about visible, in the centre: dark blobs above the water. They're actually WW2 anti-aircraft gun turrets which were used against the Luftwaffe's attempts to fly down the Thames estuary. And, just under 80 years ago, it was this stretch of water, near Herne Bay, which was used for practising dropping Barnes Wallis's bouncing bombs, of Dam Busters fame. This quiet seafront resonated to the sound of Lancaster bombers.
More dramatic-looking dark clouds and sunshine on the Crab and Winkle Way: