Around the Isle of Wight

To date all of my longer (100km or more) one day rides have never taken me too far. I have kept firmly within Kent and East Sussex.  They might not all started or finished at home, but at worst have only involved a short train ride or drive at the start or end of the day.

However a few weeks back, after getting a bit of inspiration from some cycling forum sites, I found myself making some tentative plans for something a bit different. Before I knew it the plans were finalised and maps bought (I never need an excuse to spend some money with the Ordnance Survey). With my other half being away for a weekend a date (the Saturday in question) was fixed..

On the Friday night I made sure that everything was packed and loaded into the car, including the bike. I went to bed stupidly early for a Friday night ready for the day ahead.

HMS Warrior

The alarm went off at 5am. I got dressed into my cycling gear and then straight up and into the car which I pointed west along the South coast. I Stopped briefly in Chichester for a healthy McDonalds breakfast and to fill up with petrol.  Back on th eroad and with the roads being nice and quiet at that time of the morning, I was soon parking the car up in the car park at Gunwharf Quays in Portsmouth. I got the bike out, checked it over, put on the rest of my kit and rode across to the harbour station.  With a bit of time to spare I took a quick spin around the harbour before getting my ticket and preparing to board the 8.15 ferry to Ryde to begin a circuit of the Isle of Wight.

Portsmouth Harbour

It was a beautiful clear morning and the Solent was mostly still so I stood on the top deck of the Catamaran admiring the views all the way across to the Island.  The Portsmouth to St Malo ferry was following us out of Portsmouth and the Solent Forts were clearly visible to the port side of the ferry. I got ready to disembark as we docked up alongside Ryde Pier.

There were a couple of other cyclists on the boat as well who were also doing circuits of the Island.  They both looked like they were going to be riding faster than me (expensive bikes; thin wheels; no paniers; probably just going heads down rather than taking a good look at the countryside around them) so I let them go in front of me off the boat.  They were both well gone before I had taken a photo at the starting point and triggered up my GPS.

Ready to set off at Ryde Pier

The route I would take would be largely following the main ‘Around the Island’ route but not entirely so.  Although I was sure that there would be good reasons (hills, busy roads, etc.) it struck me that the main route did not follow the coast quite as much as one might expect for a round an island route.  I had guessed (correctly, fortunately) that a Saturday in March would not be the busiest day on the Island which also helped my plans.

The main route bypasses Ryde entirely so I had to make my own way out of the town.  A short climb out of Ryde warmed the legs up and then I turned onto the B road headed towards Nettlestone.  A lovely winding road with regular ups and downs gave a good indication of what would be mostly ahead of me for the day.  From somewhere near to Nettlestone I picked up the main route which I would be using for a miles now so I followed it through St Helens and Bembridge and along the side of Culver Down; all of which were lovely early miles in the fresh morning air.  I had already stopped early somewhere around St Helens to remove my coat and stuff it into a bag – I could quite happily have left it at home but never mind; it doesn’t take much weight.

At a roundabout a few yards after passing the road to Bembridge Fort (which was not open today; saving me some extra feet of climbing as I would not have been able to resist) the route goes straight ahead. Instead I bore left heading into Sandown from where I could follow the coast through to middle of Shanklin.

Living as I do in a seaside town that is doing an excellent job of rejuvenating itself and giving itself a new lease of life, it was slightly sad to see that both Sandown and Shanklin are looking quite faded.  I should imagine that they will pick up at some point; however much of the island shows a lack of recent investment.  The coast and beaches are glorious so they should thrive, but buildings such as the Grand Hotel at the entrance of Sandown and the sorry looking state of its pier (a whole day’s fun in one apparently) were not too welcoming.

Between Sandown and Shanklin I followed the sea front prom; a shared cycleway/footpath.  There were quite a number of people making use of it and I can understand why.  The path is lovely. It follows the beach directly underneath the cliffs.  Carefully dodging past people I made slow but steady progress.  I was more than happy to reduce my speed to make the most of this stretch; something that those on the main round the island route will not get to experience.

Between Sandown and Shanklin

Coming into Shanklin I ignored the cycle route sign pointing me into the town; purely because it involved a steep but brief climb up onto the cliffs.  Instead I rode on a short way along the prom before checking the map and realising that I should have followed the signs.  Still, I had got to see a bit more of Shanklin prom including the cliff lift which was closed when I visited; I hope that was just seasonal.  The climb up was fine as it turned out and, with my selected route, I knew I was going to be climbing soon enough anyway.

Shanklin Cliff Lift

Out of Shanklin I joined the main A road and rode sharply out of the town towards Ventnor. After a short stop near the top to admire the view back from where I had come (not just to take a breather. Oh no!) the road winds nicely around before dropping back down into Ventnor; a place I previously only knew of as a stop by the Irish band Ash on their ‘A-Z’ tour a few years back; a poster for which we have in our hall at home.


From Ventnor I would suggest that not following the main cycle route is definitely a good idea.  A roadslip a few miles past the town closed the main road a few years back and the signs are that it will never be reopened.  Instead the traffic is diverted along B roads further uphill whilst the former main road (Undercliff) is now a lovely quiet glide around the cliffs about half way up them.  After a couple of miles I came to the area where the road had been lost.  It now comes to a stop; however a narrower piece of footpath and cycleway has recently been opened thus allowing for easy and unhindered riding.  The lack of repair to the road shows further evidence of a wider lack of investment in the island but it does make for a nice cycle route.

Undercliff Land Slip

Towards the end of the Undercliff road a short but easy going climb back up to the cliff tops bring you into Niton and back onto the round the island cycle way.  The route follows the main road again here for a few miles as it climbs up onto Blackgang Hill.  I stopped at the viewing point here and had considered a walk up onto the hill top to look at St Catherine’s Oratory.  It was further off the road than I had anticipated however, and I didn’t want to carry the panniers or leave them unlocked on the bike in a busy car park.  Instead I just admired the views and had a chat with a local cyclist who tried to encourage me to come back in a few weeks for the Round the Island Randonnee ride.  That was certainly tempting but I’m not able to do so; though reading about the ride and realising I couldn’t make the date were major reasons as to why I was there today.

Looking along the Military Road from Blackgang Hill

After dropping down from Blackgang Hill the main route heads inland a short way onto quieter roads, but as the traffic was still looking pretty light I decided to stick with the main road; the military road running along the cliff tops and the seafront from here to the village of Freshwater.

One of the main tips I had received was to choose whether to ride clockwise or anti clockwise depending on the direction of the wind along the exposed military road. Today was a windy day and though riding clockwise would mean heading into the north easterly wind for the final quarter of the ride I could see the benefit of the decision (though the wind was as much across me as behind so it wasn’t a total “breeze”). Folk I saw riding the other direction certainly looked like they were struggling at times.

The stretch along the military road is one of the longer bits of road on the island and at over 10 miles it is certainly the longest straight on this ride. It isn’t arrow straight but feels quite like it.  I was grateful for the slight push from the wind as the miles gradually ticked by.  The day was getting warm and my legs starting to tire.  I pulled in to the car park at Compton Chine where an ice cream van sold me a couple of bottles of water from I which I filled my bike bottles.  Pulling out of the car park the road starts to climb as the steady cliffs of the south side of the island transform into the steeper chalk hills of the west part around the Needles.

Compton Chine Cliff Fall

At the top of the cliff the road levelled out for a bit, rather too close to the cliff edge in places, before a sharp descent into Freshwater Bay. I made the most of the open road, recently resurfaced, and clocked up 42mph just before entering Freshwater.

At Freshwater the round the island route heads north cutting off the corner heading instead towards Yarmouth.  For me though it didn’t seem right to tour around the island and not head towards the iconic Needles headland.  I therefore hung a left on the way out of the village and began a long and arduous climb up the hills.  The actual ride up isn’t probably too bad but by now I was tired.  I had passed a nice looking café in the village and was regretting not having stopped.  I should have listened to my legs rather than the stupid part of my brain telling me I needed to push on to the Needles before lunch.  I admit I struggled in places but eventually made progress.

Top Secret Rocket Launching Site

The Needles itself is one of the island’s main attractions and for the last mile I joined the main road to it and a busy line of traffic heading to the car park.  From there, however, cyclists are allowed to continue where cars are not on the path towards the headland and the old ‘battery’ sites.  Aiming for the better views I followed the road around up a couple of mountain pass style hairpins before almost collapsing in a heap by the upper battery site.

Climbing up the Needles Headland

I parked up, took some snacks from the panniers and wandered the final yards to the viewing point from where I could get my glimpse of the famous chalk stacks.  The day was totally glorious now, if still windy. Despite being shattered it was worth the effort.  I also took a look around the ‘secret rocket test’ site before getting back in the saddle.

The Needles

Despite my hunger I chose to pass by the tourist cafes by the car park and continued on the largely (but by no means only) downhill road back the way I had come towards Freshwater. There I found my way back to the café that I had passed earlier.  The Piano café was popular and full and with good reason, but I ordered some food and propped myself at the bar with a long cold drink until a table became ready where I could eat a lovely chicken wrap and salad.  I would certainly not hesitate to recommend the place to anyone doing the round the island ride.  My only regret was that I should have stopped here when passing the first time as, welcoming though the food was, I could tell that I should have had it sooner as my legs were quite drained and I was still only a little over half way through the day.

Lunch at the Piano Cafe

However I was refreshed and ready to continue so, having again filled my bottles, I headed back on my way.  From here on I would be following the main route all the way back to Fishbourne, where I would finally leave it in order to head back into Ryde.

The route to Yarmouth follows an old train line alongside the River Yar.  It makes for a nice few flat miles and allowed me to get my legs warmed back up a bit.  Yarmouth Old station is now a café/restaurant and looks as though it would have been a nice place to stop had I not already been to the Piano Café.

Yarmouth Old Station

From Yarmouth the route turns East and so I started heading back into the wind.  From here I was onto some quiet country lanes but tiredness and the wind started to take their toll.  I was finding keeping a steady rhythm difficult but managed to keep the miles ticking over through Wellow and Newbridge.  From Newbridge the route starts to bear north easterly as it points towards Cowes.

Newtown Estuary

After crossing a pretty creek the route passes into the tiny hamlet of Newtown and past the ‘town hall with no town’.  Newtown was started in the 13th century and was planned to be a major port town.  It started to thrive but soon declined again and now only a handful of houses remain.

Newtown Old Town Hall

The next five miles were a bit more of a drag; though the scenery was lovely, rolling up and down the hills before riding down into Gurnard Harbour on the western edge of Cowes.  I was hoping for a flat ride through the town now but there was another up and down before hitting Cowes Esplanade.  Further along the front I followed the cycle route signs.  I might suggest to others that they might wish to reconsider.  Rather than follow the seafront the route suddenly dived back up inland and up some more steep hills.  The route makes a variety of twists and turns and drops and climbs before finally heading down to the Cowes chain ferry.  I am sure that there must be a more friendly way to get to it.

Gurnard Harbour

At the time that I was on the island the main chain ferry was out of action.  It was in the process of being replaced with a new one and the slipways are also being improved to house the larger boat.  However a small passenger (and bike) ferry was doing the trip instead.  Throwing the bike onto the small but high sided boat wasn’t easy but I was soon across and getting off at East Cowes.

Temporary Cowes Ferry

I had planned on a coffee and cake stop but didn’t spot a single establishment so instead started the next climb up from the river side along the main road headed out of the town past Osborne; Queen Victoria’s House.  Half way up the hill my legs almost completely gave up the ghost and my left thigh cramped up.  I had to throw myself off the bike and massage my leg.  I feared the worst at this point but strangely the cramp seemed to help and once I’d sorted myself out I felt a lot better.


The next five miles to Fishbourne went well and I got my mojo back for the final push.  At Fishbourne I left the round the island route to head back into Ryde.  I turned towards the car ferry and just past it a turning to the right takes you onto a well surfaced footpath and cycle way for the final two miles to the edge of Ryde.  The route passes the old and new Quarr Abbeys.  The first of the Abbeys is the current Benedictine monastery (it has a tea shop but was closed by the time I came by and I was close enough to the end anyway) and just beyond are the ruins of the medieval Cistercian Abbey.  From there a short ride across a  golf course brought me to the western edge of Ryde.

A final few streets dropped me down through the town and there was Ryde pier in front of me.  Riding along the pier felt great.  The sun was dropping (the clocks were to change the next day) and the sunset was stunning.

The final leg as the sun goes down

I was proud to have finished the ride.  It was by no means the longest I have undertaken and not the hilliest but it was still a tough 100km whilst still carrying my post Christmas bulk.

Made it!

I had about half an hour to wait for the ferry and grabbed a  welcome coffee and a bun from the Costa Coffee at the ferry terminal.  The sailing back to Portsmouth was as smooth as the way out but it was now dark and getting cold so I stayed inside the boat.

Leaving the Island

Back at Portsmouth I rode the short way back to the car park, loaded the bike into the car, got changed and walked back into Gunwharf Quays.  Back in warmer clothes I made the most of the weather and settled for some food at an outside table at Wagamama. One Katsu Curry later and I headed back to the car and the drive home.  What a great day.


Kent Triangular Ride

Until now I’ve only used this blog for writing about my multi day touring rides but never for any of my longer single day journeys.  I like to do a few rides each year where I take a day off work and just spend it in the saddle.  These rides are usually somewhere down here in the South East although not always directly from home; I sometimes use the car or train to give alternative start and/or end points.  Having just completed such a ride around the same sort of time as I got around to writing up my ride along the Lon Las Cymru, I thought that maybe I could write up about some of these longer day rides after all; so here am I.

My riding from November through the winter had been fairly limited. Though I have been slowly getting back up to speed and fitness levels since the new year, I found myself at the tail end of February not having done a full day’s ride in a good number of months and still in pretty poor general condition.  I had therefore set myself a moderately challenging 100km ride between Ashford, Canterbury and Dover (and back to Ashford).

Ashford Train Works

I was up fairly early to have a light breakfast, load the bike into the car and drive over to Ashford.  My other half works away three days a week and I normally collect her from the station there on a Friday evening so it made sense to use the town as a base.  I parked up next to some new flats next to the old train works.  The shell of the train works still remains; it looks as though it is going to be converted into more flats; the broken bits of asbestos roofing lying around so close to the new flats was a bit worrying though.

Ashford Train Works

I parked up in a space next to a bench which I parked myself on whilst putting on overshoes etc. and was on my way a touch before 9.30am.  Ashford isn’t the prettiest of towns but is quite well provisioned with bike lanes and I was soon on a fairly familiar route out of the town and headed for the village of Wye on the way to Canterbury.  I’ve done this route a few times before; though on all bar one occasion in the opposite direction.  Some nice quiet country lanes lead you through the Great Stour valley below the escarpment of the Kent Downs into the pretty village of Wye.

Just outside the village tucked into some woods behind a wall lies the remains of what is shown on the OS map as being “Government Offices”.  I can’t be 100% sure but looking at the overgrown remains of these post war office buildings it is highly likely that this was the centre for some form of nefarious government experiments.  I didn’t get any photos as high vis Lycra didn’t seem the best garb for undercover photo shoots in top secret weapons labs so you’ll have to take my word for it.

Beyond Wye I followed the roads along the valley ignoring the turning off that heads up onto the downs. The NCN route used to head up into the hills out of Canterbury before diving steeply back down here but recently a new route has been opened up along a bridleway that cuts out most of the surplus climbing. The new route starts just north of Godmersham.  There are a couple of short sharp rises and much of the track, which is loose gravel but fine to ride along, is in the trees lining the side of the hill.  There are some breaks in the trees with views across the valley to Chilham Castle.

I was doing the ride the day after ‘Storm Doris’ had hit Britain.  The winds had mostly gone now but her visit was evidenced by a large number of small branches littering the track.  There was also one larger branch.  Let’s be honest; it was a tree, blocking the entire trail. I had no option other than to lift the bike over the blockage. I did tweet the image below to Sustrans. I’ve not heard back but hopefully they have cleared it by now.

In the wake of Doris

The cycle way rejoins the road network on a quiet lane just before gliding down to Chartham from where the last couple of miles into Canterbury follow the riverside trail.

The Stour valley here is truly beautiful despite some busy roads and trains running nearby.  The river itself is gloriously clear and inviting as it flows quickly into the city centre as I also did on the neighbouring track.  There were a few dog walkers with free roaming pooches to navigate around but before long you realise you are coming up to the inner ring road.

The inner ring road runs right next to the city walls and coming in along this route brings you through them next to Canterbury Castle.  I’ve been to the city many times but never looked around the Castle so was happy to have the opportunity to finally take a look.  However on pulling up outside it became evident that it was shut.  Clearly the castle is in trouble – the walls do not look to be well conserved and I could see why the castle had been fenced off.  Having since looked around on the internet I can’t find any evidence that there is any work planned; rather it almost looks as though the council have shut it up and walked away.  I sincerely hope not but things do not look good.

Canterbury Castle

After a therefore truncated stop I headed back along the cycle route in towards the city centre; following the city walls and paying a visit to another landmark I’ve not previously been to; the monument on top of the possible castle motte mound in the Dane John Gardens.  The next stop on my itinerary was to visit the church of Saint Martin; the oldest church in England having been originally founded during the Roman period.  It still maintains some bits of Roman building material within its structure although evidently these materials have been reused in later (although still very early) rebuilding.  The interior of the church is closed on Fridays; the day I was visiting; however I was in luck.  Some workmen were repairing the church organ and they kindly let me in to look around the inside of the church.

The day was now turning out nice, although it was still a bit cold so whilst I did stop for a sandwich in the churchyard I didn’t hang around.  I had planned that I would visit the church and then work out how to get myself onto cycle route 16 bound for Dover.  As it turns out the church is just one short road off the route so upon leaving I was immediately on my way out towards Patrixbourne.  Patrixbourne has a lovely church but I’ve stopped there before (riding from Folkestone to Canterbury on route 17) so carried on and instead turned off onto unfamiliar territory where routes 16 and 17 part ways just outside the village.

Ford at Patrixbourne

After a pretty ford on the edge of the village the route started a climb up onto the Kent downs along a series of small lanes heading up and down (but mostly up) the rolling hills.  The route passes through the small village of Barfrestone.  The village itself is pretty although nothing too remarkable; however its church is a true marvel and definitely worth a visit.  It is a very rare example of Normal architecture with an incredible number of carvings all the way around it’s outside. Oh, and as it doesn’t have a tower, its bell is in a tree outside.  I spent a fair bit of time marvelling at the church, had some food whilst propped up on the church wall, and then set off again.

A few more county lanes led towards Dover. The route skirts around some villages to avoid main roads and eventually brings you past the Duke of York’s military school, and the remains of the Connaught barracks until you reach the edge of the town just opposite the castle.

Dover Castle

A sharp drop down into the town gave a good chance to set the top speed of the trip. The road is nicely surfaced but I was aware of traffic lights at the foot of the hill so got on the brakes in good time to avoid any calamities.

Dover itself is a pretty run down place so pausing only to buy a bottle of water I got through to the other side as quickly as possible.

After the steep downhill came a long climb (sharp in places) back up onto the downs on the other side of the valley. I made it up ok but by now the winter downtime was starting to tell and energy levels were getting low. Unfortunately there was no respite yet.

Another series of country lanes and a good measure of drops and climbs passed  the time as I headed past Folkestone on the hills above.  I had hoped to stop for a drink and a sandwich in the Cat and Custard Pot pub at Paddlesworth but it was closed for the afternoon when I was passing. Instead I made do with some of my snacks on a bench outside it and looked around the little church next door.

From here I was mostly making my own route back towards Ashford. I continued along the ridge of the downs for a few more miles. The legs were getting pretty empty by now so I decided to head down off the hills a few miles earlier than I had originally pencilled in on the map. The ride to the valley floor was lovely, however just before entering the village of Smeeth were a couple of climbs at least as bad as the ones on the downs. A few stops, starts and some tears and swearing later I was through Smeeth, across the M20, and on the final push to Ashford.

Sunset on the Kent Downs

Fortunately the last few miles proved to be mostly flat. The sun sank beyond the horizon in front of me as I crossed over a foot bridge above the ring road, through the outskirts of Sevington, and back to where I had parked the car that morning.

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On Yer Bike

So then – now that I have a half marathon to start preparing for what to do I choose for my first serious training session?  A bike ride of course.

During my ‘year off’ last year, as my ankle slowly started to recover I started to dig out my bike a bit.  For five years it had stood unloved locked up and barely touched.  However I figured that it would make a good alternative training device – good fitness and good for the leg strength without putting so much strain on the swollen Achilles – and I started to vary my morning commute by occasionally cycling to Bexhill station and getting the train from there.

It worked well and I started to sometimes venture to Cooden Beach (another 2.5 miles along the coast) and occasionally when I had meetings there, into our office in Eastbourne (18+ miles from home).  Today I thought I’d go one better and carted the bike on the train from Bexhill to Lewes and left it there for the day ready to return to collect it this evening.

Setting off a little before 5 I made my way through Lewes and out along the new cycle path that runs alongside the main Lewes to Eastbourne road.  Unfortunately it only runs the first and last few miles leaving a dangerous gap along the middle stretch (the bit where all the road accidents happen) so a diversion through the country lanes towards Ripe, Berwick and Arlington were called for.  By the time I reached Berwick (10 miles) its fair to say that afternoon had definitely turned into evening and things almost took a turn for the worse as a 4×4 decided to pull out on me.  I’d seen him coming and managed to just take evasive action.  We both stopped and the driver kindly got out in order to best hear my forceful, but generally polite, remonstrations.  He apologised.  He hadn’t seen me.  I pointed out my bright flashing light and hi-vis vest and informed him that I’d been watching him pull out.  He’d not, not seen me; he’d just not looked.  Still all was well and we both went safely on our ways (he overtook me giving me a very wide berth another 100 yards down the road).

The country lanes around Arlington are lovely.  I know this as I’ve driven them in daylight.  By now I was just seeing the little illuminated section of road in front but was still enjoying the ride.  Just as I was preparing to head back to the A27 at Wilmington I came across a ‘National Cycle Route 2’ sign.  Knowing that would take me back to Hastings I duly followed it off road and into a forest where I got lost and ended up coming out at Hailsham – a few miles further north than planned and well off the cycle route.  Still, I knew the way from there and headed back towards Pevensey where, after 20+ miles and a bottle of Lucozade I decided I still had just about enough reserves to carry on rather than pick up the train which I always had thought I might end up doing.

And so to the final stretch.  As I passed into Bexhill and along the familiar coast cycle path (back on route 2 by now) the legs started giving in and I watched the average speed on the cycle computer slowly drop (from 13.3 to 12.6 mph).  By the time I made it onto Hastings Prom I knew there was no way I’d make it up the steep climb from the seafront to the top of the West Hill and so made the decision to stop the official timing at the bottom of Castle Hill Road and walk the bike up from there – a wise move – that was more than hard enough.

And so here I am.  Absolutely shattered but 35 miles to the good and feeling suitably stiff but smug.  This link gives an idea of the route – minus the diversion through the forest which was not the straight line shown on the map.

Now if only they’d let me cycle the Great North Run…