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Beacon mini tour to Coalport, 23 to 24 April 2024 – Dave Cole
Back in April, six Beacon members undertook an overnight tour to YHA Ironbridge Coalport. Here’s Dave Cole’s write-up of the trip…
On Tuesday 23April, a cold drizzly morning, six elderly gentlemen set off from Barnt Green on a two-day cycle tour. This was organised by Alan Weaver and our destination was the Ironbridge Gorge Old People’s Home, otherwise known as YHA Ironbridge Coalport. The first thing I noticed was the different luggage riders were carrying, from Paul Balfe who carried enough luggage for a world tour, Neil Evanson who had the complete set of designer bike-packing kit, Alan Weaver and Nigel Douglas who used the asymmetric single-loaded pannier system, to the minimalist Rob Parker who had a single small pannier with a pair of flip-flops strapped to the top (the kind you get free from a dodgy massage parlour).
The first part of the outward trip was through Catshill, Droitwich and over the River Severn at Holt Fleet. This route was reasonably flat on well-known roads. We had our first café stop after 25 miles at Broomfield’s, where the waitress insisted on having our table number even though we were the only ones sitting outside. So far, our route had been westerly but now we started to swing round to the north, heading towards Bridgnorth. We encountered our first big hill at Great Witley – a taste of the rest of the day’s riding. |There was then a steady five-mile drag up to Clows Top, then one hill after another until Far Forest. This is where Alan made a navigational error, taking us the wrong way through Wyre Forest, but as Alan said, this didn’t matter because we would be doing a couple more miles and it added an extra hill to the trip.
We then had a fairly lumpy ride through Stottesdon, Sidbury and Chelmarsh, stopping at Astbury Golf Club Just outside Bridgnorth. With 58 miles under our belts and only 10 miles to go, we all felt pretty relaxed about the rest of the ride. However, ahead of us were three very long climbs and just as we were approaching the top of the last climb into Broseley, with only a long descent into Coalport, Alan decided to take us on a three mile, heavily pot-holed gravel track, just for “a bit of fun” (his words, not mine). We arrived at Coalport YHA at 17:00, having covered 70 miles. This was a very good YHA, situated in an old chinaware factory in a very interesting area surrounded by industrial archaeology.
Day two was a dry bright but very cool day. It started with a very long, steep ride up Sutton Bank. I decided to take a flat 20-mile ride into Wolverhampton and catch the train home. Alan took the others on a meandering route through Staffordshire just so that they could climb any hill that they may have missed on the outward journey. I’m told that the highlight of the return route was very steep climb up a sand-filled gully where riding was impossible, but everyone enjoyed Alan videoing them struggling through the sand, pushing their heavily laden bikes.
This was about the fifth mini tour I have been on, all of them ridden at a fairly slow pace and very enjoyable!
Our previous report covers a somewhat longer tour, along the length of New Zealand. Check out Pete Warwick’s account here.
Tour Aotearoa: Pete Warwick’s Tour Down Under, January 2024
Back in January, Beacon member Pete Warwick rode the length of New Zealand. Here’s his write-up – it sounds like it was a lot of fun!
I was visiting friends in the Pyrenees when I first heard about Tour Aotearoa. My friend’s cousin (who just happens to be an Olympic sailor for New Zealand) started talking about a bike-packing route that travelled the length of New Zealand, and I knew straight away that I wanted to ride it. Created by the Kiwi Kennett brothers, Tour Aotearoa runs from Cape Reinga at the top of the North Island, to Bluff at the bottom of the South Island, linking as many national cycle trails as possible. It’s run every year in February as an official brevet (kind of like an audax), but February didn’t work for me time-wise, so I decided to ride it solo in January instead.
Cape Reinga
I ordered the TA guidebooks as soon as I got home, and after a week or two of procrastination booked return flights to Auckland – I was committed. A pie chart on the second page of the guidebook showed that only 30% of the ride was on road, the remainder being a mix of cycle trail, gravel, tracks, and beach – this was going to be a very different experience to my previous bike-packing trips!
I booked a month off work (thanks, boss), and gave myself 25 days to ride the route, plus one ‘rest day’ which would be a 40 km easy ride to the ferry terminal in Wellington and the crossing to Picton in the South Island. I would be riding the TA on my Temple Adventure Disc 1 gravel bike, for which I bought a pair of Continental Terraspeed tyres, and a personal locator beacon which was strongly recommended in the guidebooks as the TA travels through some remote and technical terrain.
My gear would be carried in my tried-and-tested Ortlieb bike-packing bags, and I had a two-hour bike maintenance session with a mechanic from the Birmingham Bike Foundry, after which I added spokes, disc pads, a disc removal tool, and a cassette whip to my bag of spares.
Cape Reinga signpost – day one!
I decided from the outset not to take camping gear, both to minimise weight and because campsites in New Zealand are generally excellent with basic cabins that you can rent overnight. Given that I would be travelling through New Zealand in the height of summer, I pre-booked a total of 28 accommodations, plus two boat crossings and an internal flight back to Auckland. I was good to go!
Getting to the start of the TA can be tricky. Landing in Auckland, I was super grateful to the biosecurity officer who decided that he didn’t need to inspect my bike (it was pristine), checked into my hotel and fought off sleep. The following day I took two intercity buses north to Kaitaia, where I had a day and a half to build my bike, sort my kit and recover from jet lag. With my bike fully assembled, I took my bike box to a local courier and shipped it to a hotel in Invercargill in the South Island, where I would hopefully be reunited with it again in 25 days’ time.
To get a flavour of what the TA entails, this is part of the guidebook description for day one: “Cycle south on Highway One. Turn right at Te Paki stream road. It’s gravel followed by sandy tracks beside, and sometimes in, the stream. Turn left onto Ninety Mile Beach. The sand is hard 3 hours before low tide to 4 hours after low tide. At 103 km, ride off the beach at Ahipara onto Kaka St”. 50 miles of riding on hard sand would be a unique start to the tour!
Ninety Mile beach
Cape Reinga is a stunning place at the northernmost tip of New Zealand, and spiritually important to the Māori people, and after taking in the views I set off with Andy, a Kiwi from Queenstown who was also riding the TA. I’d spent a huge amount of time planning this trip, and arriving on 90-mile beach was a special moment, except for the headwind (which limited me to 7 mph for long stretches of the ride), and the 38 °C air temperature, for which I squeezed a bucket hat under my helmet to try and get some shade!
I turned left off the beach into Ahipara with 10 minutes of the ‘low-tide window’ to spare, and rode straight to the local chippy for fish and chips and an ice-cold chocolate milk, all of which would soon become part of my standard TA diet (along with One Square Meal (OSM) trail bars, pizza, and Bundaberg ginger beer).
I hit my first gravel road on day two, where my Wahoo told me it was 43 °C, and rode south through rainforest country, stopping off to walk amongst giant kauri trees, and onto Pouto Point where I took a three-hour boat crossing across Kaipara Harbour.
Kaipara Harbour crossing
I rolled through Auckland with the locals on superb urban bike paths, and cycled past the runway where I had landed just a few days before. At Miranda Springs I jumped onto the Hauraki Rail Trail, hugging the coastline before heading inland and blasting south to Te Aroha, stopping off for lunch at the awesome Cheese Barn (this place would get the Beacon seal of approval for a lunchtime café stop).
The Cheese Barn
From Mangakino I hit the Timber Trail, an epic trail that runs for 87 km through lush rainforest and crosses 30 bridges (the longest of which was 141 m long) over huge drops to valley floors.
Bog Inn Creek bridge, Timber Trail
The Timber Trail Lodge was one of two ‘splash-out’ accommodations that I had booked, and an awesome place to stay where the owners really look after you (freshly cooked pizza on arrival, an awesome decking area that looked out onto the surrounding rainforest, more awesome food, and a fantastic biking vibe). The following day was a big day out, riding the remainder of the Timber Trail, some road riding to Taumarunui, and a long section of baking-hot gravel to Whakahoro, jumping off point for the Mangapurua Track.
Mangapurua Track
I’d read plenty of scare stories about the Mangapurua, and the accidents that had befallen TA riders in the past, but I found it a total blast. Singletrack and fire-road climbs led to a superb descent, the breath-taking Bridge To Nowhere, and the end of the trail at the Whanganui River, where my bike was strapped onto the back of a jet boat for the trip down river to my campsite at Pipiriki.
Whanganui River jet boat
I rode into an electrical storm on day 12, which I waited out in a forest before riding into Ashhurst, where I stayed with a fantastic Kiwi couple on their homestead that included sheep, alpacas, and miniature horses. Leaving Martinborough, I had some ‘character-building’ headwinds, which at times made it almost impossible to keep the bike moving, before reaching the Remutaka trailhead and enjoying a stunning ride through pine forests, former railway tunnels, and across more bridges all the way into Upper Hutt.
Day 15 was rest day, an easy 40 km cruise into Wellington, stopping off at La Cloche bakery en route (another café that Beacon riders would approve of), before catching the afternoon ferry across the Cook Strait.
The scenery along the coast road from Picton takes your breath away, before the Maungatapu trail that follows it brings you back to reality with a steep and rocky climb, followed by a steep and rocky descent! An enormous pizza in Richmond took care of the calories, from where I rode onto Murchison and then Reefton, launchpad for the most technical part of the tour.
Lake Rotorua, Nelson Lakes
Big River and Waiuta tracks have a bit of a reputation in the TA community for their remoteness and technical challenge, and I had to shoulder my bike across two rivers on the way to Big River Hut. The Waiuta singletrack needed plenty of focus, as did negotiating two fallen trees that were blocking the trail, but it felt awesome to exit the trails and smash out the road miles to Greymouth.
At Greymouth, I picked up the awesome West Coast Wilderness trail which winds for miles through forests and Alpine valleys, and which gave me my first view of the Southern Alps. It was probably the highlight of my trip, and a truly special day in the saddle which finished at an amazing beach-side campsite in Ross, where I watched the sun go down, fresh pizza in hand.
The road to Ross
I continued riding south into glacier country, passing through Frank Josef and Fox Glacier townships, and stopped off at Bruce Bay where I watched Hector dolphins surfing the waves – another favourite moment of the trip.
Lake Ianthe
A big climb led me over the Haast Pass and onto awesome roads that hugged the edges of Lake Wānaka and Lake Hawea, before winding back into Wānaka itself, which is situated right on the lake and surrounded by huge mountains. It’s my kind of town!
Riding into Queenstown
I rode over the Crown Pass with Peter, a German roadie (sheltering from a hailstorm halfway up the climb) and onto Arrowtown and Queenstown, refueling at the excellent Fergburger and noticing that the weather seemed a little cooler now that I was in big mountain country.
I woke on the penultimate day of the tour to cooler air temperatures and a fresh dusting of snow on the mountain tops, and this at the height of summer! I took the TSS Earnslaw steamer across Lake Wakatipu (you can check out the engine room en route), and on the other side of the lake started the tough climb up Von Hill. Around half-way up the track I noticed a wall of iron grey heading towards me, and a few minutes later was sheltering under a bush as a torrential downpour hit. By now the temperature had dropped to around 5 °C, and with no sign of a break in the weather, and me starting to feel mildly hypothermic, I pulled my cold-weather gear on and headed out into the rain to try and generate some heat.
Von Hill
Around an hour later the clouds finally cleared, and I found myself riding across the Eyre Mountains plateau, a remote and exposed area that reminded me of the Cairngorms, and from where I watched snow falling high up in the mountain couloirs. A strong headwind made it a testing ride across the plateau, before easy trails led me to Mossburn and the end of a hard day’s riding.
Eyre Mountains plateau (after the storm)
Day 26, and I set off from Mossburn with a tailwind blasting me towards the finish line at Bluff. After a lunch stop in Winton, I rode into Stirling Point with a huge grin on my face, knowing that in just a few minutes I would reach the end of the tour. And then, around a corner, there was the signpost that marked the end of my journey. I rode up to it and gave it a big hug, savouring the moment, looking out at the Southern Ocean and thinking about where I had come from, and how wonderful it felt to have cycled the length of such an amazing country.
Bluff – end of the line!
Riding the Tour Aotearoa isn’t easy. It takes a lot of planning, it isn’t cheap, and it’s a long way from home. But it’s worth every penny and offers so much in return – spectacular scenery, super-friendly locals, and some of the finest biking roads and trails you could wish for. And memories that will last a lifetime.
Pouto Point
My TA in numbers
Total distance: 3,000 km
Total climbing: 30,000 m
Bike + gear weight: 23 kg (not including food or water)
Temperature range: + 5 °C to + 43 °C
Number of rainy days: One
Mechanicals: 2 x punctures, 1 x broken bottle cage, 1 x destroyed pair of gloves
Enjoyed this post but looking to start touring with something shorter? Check out our previous report by Paul Balfe, about an overnight trip to Clearwell, on the edge of the Wye Valley.
Beacon tour to Clearwell, 14 to 15 May 2024 – Paul Balfe
Six Beacon members (Paul Balfe, Alan Weaver, Dave Cole, Rob Parker, Nigel Douglas and Jonathan Turner) recently headed to Clearwell, on the edge of the Wye Valley, on an overnight tour. Here’s organiser Paul’s write-up of the trip…
Another two-day trip was planned and, as always, I was hopeful for good weather. It eventually played out to be a lovely two days. There was a threat of rain for the first day, but after checking four weather forecasts, which all gave a different picture, we decided to leave at our originally planned time. A bit of a drizzle came down as we left Barnt Green, but it then brightened up considerably for the remainder of the route.
When I plan a route, I try to avoid as many hills as possible if we are going to be doing 70-odd miles per day, and with this trip going towards the Wye Valley, Forest of Dean and through Symonds Yat, I think I planned it quite well: fairly flat all the way to the Wye Valley, with our first café stop at Worcester after around 20 miles, including a nice ride along the cycle paths of Worcester. The weather was certainly looking better, although I did send us a bit off course through some thorny trees just past Droitwich – I think they all forgave me though!
We then skirted the Malverns with some nice scenic views and then onto the Wye Valley National Landscape, and it was only in the last 20 miles, after our second café stop, that we hit the hills by Symonds Yat with a lovely 20% rise to Symonds Yat Rock. I checked later and this hill was number 107 in Simon Warren’sAnother 100 Greatest Cycling Climbs – not what I would call it, with Rob, Dave and me choosing to walk up it; no point killing yourself on a tour!
We then arrived at the hotel, which had a remote check-in system. After checking a rather long text message on how to get to our rooms and sorting out bike storage, everyone was happy. After a shower and rest it was then off to the pub for our evening meal, which I had to book a week before, which was strange really as the village we were in, Clearwell, was pretty small.
We woke up the next morning quite early and we were greeted with a fantastic brekkie spread. I had emailed the hotel as I was concerned that they only served breakfast from 08:30 in the morning. My begging email stated that we wanted to leave around 07:45 and asked could they arrange a small continental breakfast for us. They duly agreed and this is what greeted us in the morning at 07:00: a brilliant breakfast and outstanding service, which set us up nicely for the return trip home.
We cycled along a gravel path through the Forest of Dean, followed by a bit of up and down towards Mitcheldean and skirting Malvern again but with no major 20%-plus hills. It was then a lovely ride through Worcester on the canal paths in beautiful weather.
The Beacon tours are quickly becoming a must-do and anyone thinking of joining us should take the plunge. We usually stay in YHAs but this time it was a hotel, on what turned out to be a brilliant two-day tour.
Tour of northern Spain, 3 to 17 September 2023 – Alan Weaver
From Sunday 3 September to Sunday 17 September, the Beacon’s Alan Weaver, Si Walker and Si Turner toured for 407 miles (655 km) through northern Spain as part of a lager group of 14 riders. Here’s Alan’s account of their adventures…
Ride from Medstead to the ferry terminal, Portsmouth
The day started with a drive down to Medstead with my two fellow riders, Si Walker and Si Turner. It was a good journey down with no problems with traffic and arriving on time at the agreed meeting place in the village. We had a short time to say hello and meet the others in the group and have a few sandwiches before getting changed into our cycle gear and then setting off to Portsmouth ferry terminal. The ride was pleasant as it was very warm and dry and on a steady, undulating route. We had an early supper at the Churchillian, a Wetherspoons pub just outside Portsmouth on a hillside overlooking the estuary and the Isle of Wight. Unfortunately, the pub was out of a lot of food but a burger and chips sufficed. From there it was roughly a 20-minute descent to the port via local cycle-ways and paths. We had to wait for a while to get on the ferry, but no problems at all getting the bike on board and securely tied up in preparation for the crossing. Two of us are in a four-berth cabin; it would have been very tight to have had four people in there for two nights! So just looking forward (not!) to spending the next 33 hours on the ferry before we arrive at the Port of Bilbao…
Brittany ferry crossing to Bilbao
We set sail on Sunday 3 September at 21:30, on board the ship Galicia. We finally docked at 08:00 on Tuesday 5 September at the very impressive Port of Bilbao. A lovely smooth crossing; a most relaxing start to what turned out to be a very testing few days!
It took a while to disembark from the ship and away from the port area, but overall it was all relatively easy and stress free. After a four-mile cycle into the nearby town, we (a group of 14) stopped for breakfast at a small café in the town square. After enjoying a beautiful and freshly made cheese and potato tortilla, we continued on our way to the first hotel of the trip in Areatza. Following that, we then made a rather tortuous route through Bilbao, partly on the road and partly on cycle paths. There were many traffic lights holding us up several times and splitting the group, as well as folk walking close to the lanes; eyes very wide open was the order of the day! We passed the Guggenheim Museum on the right and followed the river path out of Bilbao. The roads were generally quiet with a steep climb before a leisurely lunch stop at a café/bar in Ugao-Miraballes. When we arrived at the café, what we first assumed was a local cycle club were already sat outside with every single rider wearing the exact same coloured kit and all riding the same blue and white Cube bikes. Then, while we were waiting for the food and drinks to arrive, more riders rode past the end of the road, once again all wearing the same coloured kit and all riding the same blue/white Cube bikes. It was quite a spectacular sight to see, probably around 30+ cyclists in total, all wearing the same kit and all riding the same coloured Cube bikes. We have since established that it was most probably a package tour organised by “Huerzeler – The Cycling Experience”.
After that, it was time to head out and by this time it was a rather warm 32 °C and we had a steady climb ahead of us before a refreshing descent into the town where we were staying. We are in the hills here with lovely surroundings; it’s also very warm!
Overall, we had an interesting and steady day of cycling. It’s a different approach when carrying bags as it is a lot slower and harder on the inclines; obvious, really! After a few beers (for hydration purposes of course), we had supper in the hotel.
A good breakfast was followed by leaving the hotel at 09:30. After a ride through the town to get on to the main road, we had to go up a short, slippery section of very rough track before joining the main road again and also just before the start of a truly brutal climb. A short descent followed yet another long and fairly steep climb, and then it levelled off, after which we stopped in a town for coffee. The local folk are all very pleasant and accommodating, the drivers also very good in being careful at passing when we are in a group together. The architecture is very similar to alpine buildings and it is very hilly as you see from the ride profile. The route used a lot of cycle-ways adjacent to the road or was away from the road following streams, so appeared to be disused railway cuttings; all very safe and cycle friendly. Another climb followed and again it was a challenge. We had a great descent before lunch (scrambled egg with mushroom and prawns) in a town café. In truth, I could have eaten much more than was provided but it was a reasonable price. The final climb of the day was another real brute. In the afternoon, the temperature was around 38ºC in the shade; it didn’t feel like it as there was a steady breeze, but when we stopped, you instantly became soaked in sweat. In direct sunshine, refer to the photo of my Garmin below! Needless to say, an ice cream and coke 7½ miles from the end was indeed very welcomed. I think it’s been the hardest day’s riding I’ve done in a long while; it would have been tough without bags, never mind with them, and the heat made it harder, but overall, a rewarding day.
We left the modern town of Beasain at 09:00 to try to beat the heat. After about four miles we had a 12½-mile climb, which varied between a pleasant 3-4% gradient to about 10% in small sections. The first planned coffee stop at the top of the first climb was closed, so another six miles further on to the next town. We stopped in the square and had coffee and cake which was good as it was getting quite warm. The next climb came shortly afterwards, extending seven miles to the highest point of the route, and the lunch stop was also closed! There were vultures flying around on the thermals, which was quite spectacular to watch. The scenery was wonderful, in parts very much like Provence with high-sided limestone cliffs forming a gorge. So we cycled on again but had a fantastic 10-mile descent to the next town for drinks outside a small bar. The temperature was near to 40 °C now – baking hot! At this point we had not had lunch, so decided to carry on to the hotel where I had a very welcome pasta carbonara and a beer at about 16:00. Overall, a super day of cycling: long, challenging climbs and sweeping descents in fantastic scenery. The folk and traffic were again all very considerate and accommodating.
A slightly delayed start due to a rider having a puncture and the tyre quickly deflating once again, so we left at 09:30 and it was already getting warm. After passing through the town into the ‘sticks’, we partially followed one of the Camino de Santiago paths adjacent to the road with lots of walkers. There was a steady climb for a few kilometres, passing a dam and reservoir with spectacular scenery all around. We stopped for a late morning cold drink at a local café bar. At another point, a local Spanish couple were sat by the side of their house, both shelling walnuts into a large bucket. Another six-mile climb followed with more spectacular views across to Pamplona. The twisting and fast descent that followed was superb. The road met the plain and we then had a relatively flat ride in towards Pamplona. We stopped for some lunch, cold drinks and an ice cream, which were all very cheap at €7.50. On the outskirts, we used a cycle path which was mixed gravel and tarmac in places, very bumpy and uneven, crossing the river several times on rickety bridges. After about 12 miles along the path, we reached the hotel on the opposite side of the city. It’s been another baking hot day at around 39 °C and has been rather lumpy. The architecture has changed now that we are out of the hills, being more traditional Spanish buildings and I guess it will change again as we make progress. The Vuelta sets off from the town on Sunday afternoon and the Bora-Hansgrohe professional cycling team are also staying at our hotel. We have a rest day tomorrow, so will probably take a short ride or walk around the city.
A rest day today, so the two Sis and I walked into the city centre to explore the sights. We had a look around the town walls and had a coffee before going into the bullring for a fantastic guided tour; it was very interesting to see how they managed the bulls before the famous Bull Run through the streets of Pamplona and also prior to the bull fights. It’s a very picturesque place with narrow streets in the old part. All very clean (no litter) and a very civilised and beautiful town.
Overnight venue: Hotel Villava Pamplona
Day 6: Pamplona to Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port (France)
It’s the Vuelta time trial in Pamplona today at 14:00, but we left the town before the start and also to avoid being caught in any potential road closures. The Bora-Hansgrohe team bus and all the support vehicles with staff and riders were at the hotel last night although we only saw a few of them and none of the pro team riders. It was very interesting to see the overall setup and look inside the large support vehicle; so many sets of Roval wheels hanging up! Needless to say, there was a strong police presence for most of the night surrounding all the team’s vehicles. We set off at about 09:00 for the first few kilometres on a cycle path and a steady low gradient, but it later ramped up for a few kilometres and was getting hotter. There were a lot of walkers again as we followed part of the Camino de Santiago walking route, the scallop shell motif marking the way. Before lunch was another climb up to just over 3,200 feet; there were some spectacular views. After which was a fast twisting descent towards a café for lunch. Once again, lovely food and so tasty and just what we needed! The architecture has changed again back to an alpine style. After lunch, we came across a motorcycle accident where the rider looked as though he had ‘over-cooked’ it on a twisting section of downhill. With around six miles to go, we crossed into the Pyrenees Department of France and it was a steady ride mostly downhill into the town. The 10+ mile descent came complete with lots of switch backs and hairpins, which were indeed tremendous fun, although it would have much better without the panniers! Tomorrow is a rest day but there are three additional rides planned, so not sure yet which one I’ll opt for…
A non-travelling ‘rest’ day today, but I woke up with a really bad sore throat, so what better way to nurse it than doing a 10-mile climb straight from the hotel door? Define the word ‘rest’, I asked myself. We ended up doing a circuit around some local Pyrenean hills. The climb was an absolute beast for the first three miles with gradients of about 20%. It then eased a bit to the top at 6½ miles to an overall elevation of over 4,000 feet. We stopped at about the mid-point on the climb for a quick coffee at the Refuge Orisson but also to admire the views of the landscape. After the coffee stop, the climb was a bit more manageable, thank heavens. It was one of the hardest climbs I’ve done over such a short distance to the top and I didn’t stop until the coffee stop and then afterwards until the summit. There were many Camino walkers going up the climb on their path, some giving encouragement as we rode past them up the hill. After a brief stop, at the top, we continued to the long, twisting and often quite steep descent. Lots of gravel and damp corners, under tree cover to negotiate, making it hard work. It eventually levelled off to leave around a six-mile ride on a shallow gradient down into the town. We had a superb ride – very challenging, but equally also very rewarding.
Overnight venue: Hotel Restaurant des Remparts
Day 8: Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port (France) to Auritz (Spain)
A night of hell, with my sore throat keeping me awake for most of the night. Thank goodness today was a short one with only one climb, with a gradual ascent. After this came a cracking descent but with quite a noticeable drop in the temperature. Unfortunately, this only served to trigger my chesty cough. I’m really hoping tomorrow will see some improvement in my health as it is really taking its toll on me, I’m afraid. Last night there was a big storm with thunder and lightning and heavy rain. It was forecast rain for today, but thankfully it didn’t materialise. However, it was much cooler this morning. After leaving the pretty town of Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, we took an undulating route out to start a climb to the Col d’Ispeguy at over 2,000 feet. A 6 to 7% incline for most of the way made it a comfortable, steady ride almost into the clouds with a superb view back into France and into Spain as this was the border. A coffee stop at the top preceded a not-so-fast twisting descent, which required a jacket and arm warmers as I was soaked from perspiration on the climb. We had lunch in a small town, hamburger with fried egg and chips being the order of the day; very tasty and filling. After lunch, we had a short ride of roughly 12 miles to the alpine-style hostel, which was situated in a very small hamlet. We just got in before the rain came down!
A good day as it stayed dry and no aches after yesterday’s huge climb The evening meal was simply outstanding, and the beds were so comfy, just like being back at home. Sadly the morning service wasn’t quite as good, the coffee machine broke, the demand for cereals was greater than the amount of cereals available, but we only had three bowls between fourteen of us anyway and who would have thought that sourcing fourteen spoons would prove so challenging? Trying to consume a yogurt with a fork is really time-consuming!
I had an early night last night with plenty of paracetamol taken, and went to bed fully clothed as l was shaking with cold. This morning, my sore throat has moved more to more of a chesty cough, so the plan was to ride nice and steady. Today was another cool morning and there had been another night of heavy rain (and owls hooting). We set off in the dry but the clouds were low as we started the first big climb of the day to 2,000 feet. Coffee was in a small bar and by this time we were wet from the rain. We set off again, descending, taking care on the damp roads. In the valley, the temperature had risen by 10 °C and the valley was in bright sunshine, but it didn’t last as we started the second big climb to another 2,000 feet; this was a bit harder as the gradient was steeper on the lower half. Lunch (another burger and chips was taken) was almost at the top in a café, where upon it started to pour down. It was still raining when we set off again, but eased off on the next descent. As we approached Azkoita, we took part road and bike path to the other side of town to the hotel. Not many photos today due to the poor weather. It was a day for arm warmers and raincoat as it was quite chilly on the descents and being wet.
Feeling a lot better with just a tight chest, but not to worry, once again the perfect cure wasn’t far away. We all gathered at the front of the hotel and we were just about to depart when a very enthusiastic elderly gentleman arrived on a scooter, wearing a cycle trade top. In broken English he asked where we were headed. One in our party was better at Spanish than he was at English, so a brief conversation took place and he was shown the general direction in which we intended to cycle with the aid of a Garmin. Although it wasn’t needed, he decided that he would lead us out of the town. So off we went, 14 of us following a very smokey scooter – very smokey, in fact. But the more we slowed down to avoid the exhaust fumes, the more he slowed down too; a truly no-win situation, I’m afraid! It was a gentle and gradual climb out of the town and then a few miles later, we signalled that we intended to turn right. At this point, the very enthusiastic man on the scooter had seen our intentions in his mirrors and had done a quick U-turn. Returning to the group frantically waving his arms around, “No no no, sigueme en su lugar…” he repeatedly kept shouting (which we later established meant “follow me instead”) and was pointing in the direction of the main road and not at our intended route onto the very narrow lane. Hindsight is a wonderful thing; if only we had listened to him! Our chosen route started at around 6% and very slowly edged its way to about 12%. The road surface was very difficult and very challenging as there were leaves and debris on a damp, concrete road, causing the rear wheel to spin in places. With about just over a mile to go, it ramped up yet again to around 20%. It would have been hard enough on a lightweight carbon bike, but loaded up with panniers, it took the pain to a whole new level. Needless to say, I’m not ashamed to say that with just a few yards to go, l had to climb off and walk. There were four more climbs to do after this one but they were a lot shorter and involved a whole lot less climbing. This was a truly brutal and sadistic climb right from the hotel door, 5½ miles long and with 2,100 feet of climbing. On the plus side, today was better weather-wise; it was overcast and warm this morning but brightened up later in the day. We finally reached the coast and then enjoyed a stunning and beautiful ride into the town of Lekeito and the hotel was on the sea front. All of the sudden, all that pain seemed worthwhile: sand, sea and beautiful hot sunshine.
Frustratingly, my chesty cough was a little worse this morning making, the first 20 miles and the first couple of climbs rather uncomfortable. We had a tasty evening meal at the hotel last night and similar breakfast this morning. It was a dry, warm start to today’s ride but as usual there was a climb straight out of the hotel. We passed through Guernica, which is well known in regard to being bombed during the Spanish Civil War and via a painting by Picasso. The second climb of the day started immediately out of the town after we had a coffee. Lunch was at a roadside café, opposite an industrial estate. Some country lanes brought a few more short, sharp hills and a visit to a mock castle. Eventually we reached the coast and a difficult cycle path that had steps in several places, making the passage difficult. Spain’s idea of a cycle path is way different to the UK. As we entered the outskirts of Bilbao, there were some good paths to ride, arriving at the transporter bridge where we had a fantastic and freshly made ‘cheesecake’ ice cream. Once across the bridge, there were some shorter but very steep little climbs in the centre of the town to negotiate before we finally arrived at the stunning-looking hotel. Overall, it was quite a challenging final day with the climbing and the less-than-cycle-friendly cycle coastal path. Tomorrow will just be a short ride to the ferry terminal and then we’re homeward-bound.
We set sail from the Port of Bilbao at 13:00 Saturday 16 September (on the Galicia again) and docked at Portsmouth at 17:30 Sunday 17 September. I was very privileged to have seen a mother whale and its calf, in the Bay of Biscay, albeit a good distance away from the ship. Overall, the experience on board the ship was very good; the food was extremely well presented and very tasty and I enjoyed a great night’s sleep both incoming and on the return journey to Portsmouth. The return journey was quite a few hours shorter than the first sailing, which was a blessing as there is only so much sea that you can look at after all!
Thankfully, we disembarked the ferry really quickly, before any of the vehicles, and then we cycled out of the town via the local cycle paths and out into the countryside. By the time we arrived back to the car at Medstead, it was proper;y pitch black, but having a group of us all cycling together made it relatively easy to see where we were going in the very dark and unlit roads and back lanes. With the bikes all loaded onto the car and a couple of cups of freshly brewed coffee plus a few of slices of pizza later, it was time to bid our farewells to the rest of the group and set off on the 2½-hour return journey home.
So that’s it folks; as quick as it all started, it’s all come to an end!
Overall statistics
Distance: 407.22 miles (655.36 km)
Ascended: 36,170 feet (11,024.6 m)
Actual riding time: 40 hours, 10 minutes and 4 seconds
Average speed: 10.1 mph (16.25 km/h)
Max speed: 41.3 mph (66.47 km/h)
Calories used: 14,948
Average heart rate: 108 bpm
Max heart rate: 178 bpm
Average temperature: 27 °C
Thanks to Si Walker and Si Turner for their company on what was a great first multi-day touring trip for me. Also a massive thank you to Si Walker who very kindly drove me and Si Turner and transported the bikes and all the kit to and from Medstead, and also for providing his valuable assistance in compiling this ride report.
If this touring report whetted your appetite for distance riding, check out our earlier audax reports by John Williams and Naomi Bell.
The club’s 2023 Annual Dinner took place on 18 November. The highlight of the night was an inspirational talk on widening participation in cycling by guest speaker Dr Fiona Spotswood, who also helped us present trophies to the year’s prizewinners.
This year’s Beacon AGM will take place at 18:30 on Thursday 7 December 2023, via Zoom.
Please see the AGM notice sent out to all members by email for the Zoom link. Please check your spam folder if you haven’t received the AGM notice. If you can’t find it there, it’s likely we don’t have your email address on record, so please drop a line to membership@beaconrcc.org.uk so we can add it.
The agenda and committee members’ reports will be posted on the message board in due course.
Please give thought to how you can help the club continue to serve its members, and the sport of cycling in general.
On Sunday 26 November, we’re again going to be co-organising a round of the West Midlands Cyclo-Cross League at Walsall Arboretum. Volunteers are required to help make the event a success, both on the day and the day before to help build the course. If you’re able to volunteer, please put you name down here. A volunteer briefing is available here, a rota here and a map here.
For those keen to race, online entries are now closed, but entry on the day will be possible. The rider briefing can be downloaded here.
In the closing weeks of each year, we get together to recognise the achievements of our members during the season just ended. This year’s Annual Dinner and Prize Presentation will be held on Saturday 18 November, starting at 18:00.
In line with feedback from the survey we did earlier in the year, this year’s event is going to be a little different. Here’s what we’ve got lined up:
A great venue
To make sure the event stays affordable and accessible, we’re using Kings Norton Golf Club again this year. There’s a spacious function room and a cosy bar, both with wheelchair access, in a leafy setting on the edge of town.
Reception
You’ll be served with Prosecco or a non-alcoholic alternative on arrival.
Buffet meal
We’ll still have tables where you can sit and eat sociably with your friends. But instead of a three-course meal brought to you, you’ll select from a delicious buffet that caters for a range of preferences and dietary needs.
Guest speaker
We’re delighted to have Bristol University’s Dr Fiona Spotswood as our guest speaker this year. Fiona is an avid mountain-biker whose specialist field is fostering inclusive action sports. She’ll be giving a lively and an inspiring half-hour talk on bringing more young people and women into the sport we all love. Don’t miss it!
Award presentation
Medals and trophies will be presented to club members who have excelled in a wide variety of competitive and non-competitive fields. Come along to hear what your club-mates have been doing, and show your appreciation.
Music and dancing, led by our very own cycling DJ Vince!
There’ll be quiet areas where you can chat and drink, if you prefer.
Ample opportunity for mingling
One of the main things to come out of the survey was that people wanted the formalities kept short, leaving more time for catching up with friends. We’ve therefore opted for a buffet format, without any cross-toasting, enabling us to move on to the guest speaker and awards earlier in the evening. The duration of those slots will also be limited, so that the whole of the second half of the evening is free for mingling and chatting.
All-in price of £35
Catering costs and venue hire prices have shot up in the last couple of years. Continuing with the traditional event format would have meant either an eye-watering ticket price, or a whopping subsidy from the club’s reserves. However, by making the changes described and securing a modest subsidy from central funds, we’ve been able to reduce the ticket price this year to £35.
We really hope you can make it on 18 November for a great evening celebrating the Beacon, and everything our members do. Current, former and prospective Beacon members and friends of the club are all welcome, as are their partners, family and guests.
The Beacon Cycling Academy hosted the 2023 British Schools Cycling Association West Midlands Regional Grass Track Championships on 19 August, which this year also served as the National Championships for school years 1 to 8. The full results from the day are now available here. Photos of the event are available here.
