Edition!
I was surprised how I had no aches and pains after my London to Brighton jolly come Monday morning. Today is my first of two days off in a row (something I don’t seem to achieve much!) so I’m going to drive to Eastbourne and “do” the Cuckoo Trail, no hurry, just a nice gentle ride.
Bit windy out there today, but should be a nice little trip. Haven’t been up there for ages, so will be nice to see the countryside 
Well, I did it, without incident or accident! My first ever London to Brighton bike ride! Yay! (see below for the GPS track!)
To be honest, and without wishing to brag, it wasn’t anything special distance wise, although I don’t usually do more than 40 miles in a day, 53 isn’t anything too bad, after all, when I went to Wales in April, I did fifty plus miles three days on the trot! However, having said that, the London to Brighton Bike Ride is something “special”, in that you are doing it with 27,000 other people, as well as various roller-blading skater “bois” and ladies, being hit by super soakers and trying to avoid accidents.
The start was very well organised, six gates where you queue to get your card stamped and take your route card. Three gates for the next or current start and three for the one after that. As I was there early, there were still 0700 and 0730 up, so, being cunning, I noted at half-seven that the 0700 was changed to 0800….. so I made sure I was near one of the half-seven gates at eight o’clock, so that I was right at the front of the queue for my half-eight start! We were all let through at half-eight on the dot, and moved into a big “pen” just before the start line. There are three of these holding pens, everyone is given a small talk by a marshal and then you are away. I got away at 0837, so the whole system is quite efficient.
You start off, heading away from Clapham Common through the streets of suburban London, past Wandsworth Common, and then turning right, just before Wimbledon. From here you head down to Tooting Broadway, which is a slow old slog through the morning traffic and buses – I can see why people like an 0600 or 0630 start – and then down to Mitcham and alongside Mitcham Common. It took an hour to reach here, with an average speed of about 7mph, about half of what I would have liked to average.
From Mitcham Common you bend right by some kebab shops and head to Carshalton military college, and then left and out towards Woodmansterne. Through some semi-countryside, over the A2022 and then down to Woodmansterne, where you have to bear left and down a steep hill to a valley. A left and a right takes you under the railway and up the first real hill of the day, which was a nightmare, because a lot of people chose to get off and push! This surprised me, being we were only about ten miles into the ride. I got nerfd from behind by someone who didn’t spot the person in front of me had stopped and several people toppled over at slow speed because their feet were locked to their pedals (I don’t use cycle shoes! Now I know why!). Luckily for them, there was a rest station at the top, by Chipstead Golf Club. I was bursting for the loo at this point, but my route planner said there were several stops in quick succession, which was cool, because lots of people were stopping at this one.
A quick stop about a mile on, at a loo with no queue, and then down the road which leads towards J8 of the M25, turning right down “Markedge Lane” and then under the M25 and immediately right. This is where the big delay of the day occurred. I’m still not sure exactly what caused the delay, but we had been overtaken by an ambulance and an emergency car a few minutes before, so I guess it was a crash. It meant though, that we were stuck at the bottom of a hill, next to the M25 for half an hour, in the shade, which was pretty chilly. Suddenly though, everyone was moving again and we turned left, up the hill, towards a school at a place called Gatton and up to “Rocky Lane” and then a zig zag left/right over the A23 at Mertsham. After crossing the A23 at a very heavily policed junction it’s keep left, under the railway (twice) and down to a mini-roundabout with a church next to it. This is where I saw my first “falling off at speed”… not sure what happened but suddenly someone almost next to me was on the pavement and rolling about. He seemed ok though. We turned right at the mini roundabout and through the suburban streets of Metsham and left to Nutfield Marsh, which was quite pleasant. By now we were all quite well spread out and speeds had increased. We were doing quite well between Woodmansterne and the M25, but then the thirty minute delay and the massive traffic caused by that meant that everyone was bunched up and we all had cold muscles. It took until Mertsham before I was feeling comfortable again.
Over the marsh, up a hill to a crossroads, where the marshals seemed quite angry for some reason, over the A25 and then down the other side and under the M23. Then it’s clear air to Smallfield and then the juction with the B2037, where we turn right for a mile or so and then right at Effingham Park towards the A264 roundabout. Straight on and then more or less clear air to Crawley Down, where I made a quick stop for a drink and cereal bar, and then off to Turners Hill, which was another chaotic hill, especially at the top, where it suddenly narrowed and all the pushers made it hard for those of us still trying to cycle (it’s a ride, not a walk!) to get through….. down the other side, past the South of England Showground, sorry Centre, and then through Ardingly and down to Lindfield.
It was as we were heading down to Lindfield I saw the big accident happen… I was going down a hill about 20-25mph, and minding my own business, we were all reasonably spaced. Some people were overtaking me, a bit over-confident some were too, although I’m not sure if that caused the collision. I suddenly found myself coming up behind two people, side by side, in the middle of the lane, doing about 15km/h slower than I was. I was glad I had my brakes renewed on Friday, and got round them, without incident. I was aware of someone quite close behind me going down that hill, and I guess he didn’t see them going slower. I heard the sound of a skid, a yell, then crunch, ouch, crunch, turned around and saw someone flying one way, another person heading another way, bikes in the air. I looked forward, as I was still going at some speed, although braking, deciding what to do, turned around again and there was one guy still falling and rolling down the hill, and more people piling in. By this point I was about 15 metres away, so I carried on to the bottom of the hill and informed the marshals, as I knew there were many people already up there who could help. If I’d stopped, I’d have endangered myself and others who had got through it. I hope everyone was ok, bar cuts and bruises, but it did look nasty.
I carried on, glad I’d made the decision, after speaking to some veterans of the ride, that it was better to be cautious and to be really aware of where everyone around you is, as the number of bikes, especially in the faster sections, really is hard work. Round the village pond at Lindfield and on to the big roundabout at the bottom of Haywards Heath. Then left at the roundabout and on towards the Sussex roundabout junction with the A272. This section was a slight hill and was pushed by many people…. I couldn’t help but think “you will die at the Beacon if you can’t manage this!”, but I guess this was the forty mile mark and a lot of people were starting to feel the strain.
Through Haywards Heath and Wivelsfield and a quick stop for hill fuel at the World’s End junction on Ditchling Common.
Over the Common and through Ditchling village, where you can see the giant Ditchling Beacon looming ahead!
Now, last weekend I “did” the Beacon. It was hard work, and I worked up a sweat. I had only done a few miles before I got there though, so I wasn’t sure how I’d find it after forty-five miles of cycling. As you reach the bottom, you hear the sound of a hundred sets of gears changing, as everyone changed down. I put the bike into a “sensible” gear an started, lowering the ratios gradually. Almost immediately people started walking, I was surprised at the number still cycling, I guess everyone really wants to do “The Beacon” so I think they try hard. I had heard that only 1 in 5 make it to the top without walking, but only about 1 in 5 were walking! We carried on up the hill, and more and more people were dropping out. The number of walkers was making it hard to cycle. Why can’t they all stick to the left? More were dropping out and by the time we reached the top, it was only 1 in 5 of us left.
I reached the top of the Beacon, but, amazingly, I didn’t feel nearly as tired as I had the week before. I guess it was the general pace being so slow, I was only using about 60% of my usual riding energy, I wasn’t going at my own pace, I was going at the pace of the walkers and those around me. Another observation I had made at the start was that I was in the minority, not being clad in Lycra, but having “normal” clothes on (long shorts and a t-shirt). “Oh”, I had thought, “everyone else is a serious cyclist!”. At the top of Ditchling Beacon, it was interesting to observe that, out of those who made it to the top, about 75% of us were in the “normal” clothing category. I guess for me, although I’d really been looking forward to this, as someone who does 50-100 miles a week, it’s “just another day at the office”, and the people who dress up aren’t the people who cycle daily. I don’t know, but I was dead chuffed to make it to the top 248m above the sea, which I could now see, blue in the distance.
I say “blue”, but the cloud was building and it was becoming chilly, so I made my way onwards, down to Old Boat Corner and down Coldean Lane. Clocking up 38mph as I sped down the hill to the A270 at the bottom. The final few miles was another inner city slog. Cars were in the wrong lanes, bikes ended up in the wrong lanes, everyone was impatient but we made it to the Royal Pavilion and then could see the Palace Pier.
We were held for a minute or so at the pier roundabout and then it was over, into the crowds lining the side of the road as we went along Madeira Drive and through the finish line, to get our cards stamped and collect our medal and a bottle of water!
I was a bit tired, but not exhausted, I felt good and I noticed I was finishing with a lot of 0700 and 0730 starters, and hardly any 0830 starters, so that was good. I learnt that people are right about how much care you have to take and I found that yes, the first and last stages are very slow and traffic ridden.
I arrived at 14:14, just over five and a half hours after starting. Total “moving” time was four hours forty-seven mins, but I was stationary for about an hour, including the half hour delay at the M25. I think next year I’ll go for an earlier start, because it is frustrating to be held up at every junction, for a few mins each time.
Download a GPX track of my London to Brighton Ride 2008! (Right Click/Save As)
Tomorrow is the big day…. I’ve raised around £280 for the British Heart Foundation and, all things being equal, at 0830 tomorrow morning I will leave Clapham Common in the centre of London to cycle the fifty four miles to Brighton.
Thank you for everyone who is supporting me and I’ll see you on Madeira Drive in Brighton tomorrow afternoon!
http://www.justgiving.com/stephenpilfold to donate!
I have gotten myself a little GPS Bluetooth device, which I’ve borrowed from Eugene and I’m using a piece of J2ME software for my mobile phone called Track My Journey, which allows me to upload my journey, live, as it happens, to the TMJ website…. all very exciting. The stats on there are really good and I’ll be using it for the London to Brighton bike ride this Sunday.
I have outputted the results onto a map, so you can see where I am, when using the system!
I have taken a couple of nice rides in the last week fromHartfield along the Forest Way to Crawley Down and in the other direction to Groombridge and on to Royal Tunbridge Wells in Kent.
The Forest Way (which becomes the Worth Way beyond East Grinstead) is a former railway line along the north of the Ashdown Forest. At Groombridge the railway was not closed until 1985 and is now the preserved Spa Valley Railway, so I had to take the road to Tunbridge Wells. An enjoyable ride, but you might want to have your tyres a bit softer, as the compacted ballast is a bit of a bone shaker!
The picture of the railway is the Spa Valley in Groombridge. Sometime between the railway closing and the preserved railway opening, somebody built a house on it, hence the kink!
Ten days ago, on Monday 7th January, I left my home, in the snow, and started a cycling holiday. I had booked accomodation along the way, and cycled, over three days, from Newhaven to Brighton, Steyning, Storrington, Midhurst and Petersfield (day one), Petersfield to Winchester, Porton Down and Amesbury (Stonehenge) (day two) and then over Salisbury Plain to Devizes and then across to Bath on day three. I took the train from Bath to Bristol, stayed there overnight and took the train on day four to Swansea. I spent two days in Swansea and returned by train to Newhaven on the Saturday.
The ride was good fun, although 50+ miles a day for three days is hard going!
Some of the things I saw on the way included a monument to dead horse at Farley Mount, the Kennet and Avon Canal was amazing – what an achievement 200 years ago! I cycled along the cycle path on the tow path from Bradford-on-Avon to Bath, and also had lunch next to it at the top of the Caen Hill Locks at Devizes. The whole structure is pretty “wow” and pretty busy too. I saw the top secret research labs and Porton Down, and the countryside around Stonehenge is pretty amazing too….
I can’t believe how there was nobody around! Everyone goes to see the stones, which are pretty dull really, compared to all the earthworks on the Cursus and The Avenue, plus all the burial mounds too. I didn’t go into Stonehenge, you pay £6 to get about 30ft closer than the road, you can’t touch or get in the circle, plus there are loads of Japanese and American tourists to annoy you. I had a peek through the fence, but the amazing part is the processional avenue and everything else, which is FREE. GO AND SEE THESE PEOPLE! Don’t waste your money on the stones, you can see those from the road as well as you can from inside, but learn some HISTORY and don’t just go “wow, stones”!!! I ended up almost ANNOYED at the people who were there in their hundreds at half past nine in the morning and missing out on a misty, spooky, crisp and frosty exploration just 200 metres away!!!!!
Bath is a really pretty city, and I’m quite gutted I didn’t choose to stay there, but I went to te Youth Hostel at Bristol instead. Go to Bath people! Explore the canal…. I really can not recommend it highly enough.
Bristol – well, what a shithole! Seriously, someone has had the bright idea to redevelop! Never redevelop! They have ended up wit acres of glass and stainless steel. How boring! Compared to Bath this city is RUBBISH. Sorry if you live there, I’m sure it has its good points, but it just seemed to be “trendy” bars and clubs around the quayside. The Clifton Suspension Bridge is amazing. Visit it. Visit Clifton. Visit the camera obscurer. Don’t visit Bristol.
So I got the train to Swansea (£5, bargain!), booked in advance, by accident, from Bristol Parkway. I say “accident”….. it should have been from Bristol Temple Meads. Parkway is 5 miles (8km for those too stupid to convert!) from the city centre – the commuter station. I wasn’t feeling very well (bad night) so I wasn’t happy at having to cycle to a station, the location of which was a, badly signed, mystery. Luckily the GPS found it and took me there. Parkway is how stations should be. Modern, clean, a viewing platform with tea bar, warm, not draughty. I know that our Victorian stations are amazing, but “new stations” like East Croydon and Clapham should be like this. It was the best part of Bristol (if you consider the bridge to be in Clifton 
).
So, I arrived in Swansea and stayed at the Crescent Guest House, which is on the hill above the seafront road, which goes to Mumbles. Swansea (or Abertawe in Welsh) is a city which had a bit of everything. It’s well connected and the city centre is post war and uninspiring. The countryside around though is amazing and it has miles of sandy shores. The city centre is irrelevant though, because the Marina is nice, with waterfront cafes, bars, cobbled walkways etc, and there is a cycle path through it. There is still development going on, but this didn’t spoil my enjoyment. The cycle path continues along the esplanade to Mumbles, which is busy but very nice. The road continues up around the Gower peninsula too, which is a very beautiful area. The seafront road is busy and congested, but it’s colourful and pretty. I really like it.
Dave and Jane at the guest house were most helpful in recommending places to go, and keen cyclists too. The rates were reasonable and the food good and plentiful. The room was comfy with en suite and Freeview, plus there is free internet access with cat5 sockets in the rooms and a shared machine downstairs.
On the Friday I took the Heart of Wales railway line to Llangadog, which is a small village on the edge of the Brecon Beacons. There are only four trains a day in each direction! At most stations you have to “hail” the train, like a bus, or it will not stop. Plus the train staff have to operate the level crossings by pressing a button on the platforms! Most amusing and quaint. I then cycled from Llangadog, over The Black Mountain, which is 600m high, back over the other side to Ammanford, where I caught the train back. The ride was hard but fun and the views were amazing from the top. Very enjoyable. I was concerned I’d miss the train back, as there is a window of 2.5 hours to complete the ride, or a four hour wait for the next train! I had twenty minutes or so to spare, so I was ok, but a flat tyre would have made it a bit tight!
So, did I enjoy my trip – yes. Would I do it again – maybe! Well, I’d change some things, and I think I’d probably start in a “strange” place, as days 1 and most of day 2 were not too far from here and with familiar countryside. Maybe one day I’ll cycle the route of the train line, or spend a week going south to north in Wales, or cycle around the Lake District. I don’t know. All i do know is I was amazed at my fitness – I felt fine and dandy the day after I got back, like I’d not ridden anywhere at all!
For those of you who have never heard of it, Geocaching is a kind of “Hi-tech Treasure Hunt”….. basically you have your GPS (Satnav) and a co-ordinate of a location. The idea is to go to this location where you will, after some hunting, find a little “box of treasure”. These will often contain funny little items, a log book and other things which people swap in and out. Sometimes the first location will have a sign or other things which give you clues to a second location, where you will find the cache. The website I use is www.geocaching.com where my profile is “Brightonian“.
This week I decided I would have a go at this, after originally registering about two years ago! I have found caches at Hartfield Station, Wythiam Station, Southease, Piddinghoe and Tidemills. I have also retrieved a “travel bug”, which is a trackable item with a unique number on it, which people move from cache to cache. The one I have in my possession is “Fischer-Bug“.
Here are some Geocaching pictures I took….
This is a great new addition to my bicycle adventures! Or a nice walk…. either way it’s fun
Well, here we are, ten days in to 2008! Hope you all had a nice December, it’s been very busy for me and I keep managing to break my bike. Getting it looked at for a warranty fault next Tuesday and hopefully Eugene and I have cured the problem of the popping tyres (three split tyre walls in three months!).
Hoping for some drier weather so I can do some proper riding…. the weight loss seems to have stalled at the moment and I want to lose another stone by Easter!
Clearly it’s anything but if that’s all it does!
I went for a long ride around East Sussex today. I did it at a nice pace and really enjoyed it. Went from Newhaven to Splash Point (Seaford Head) and had a nice coffee and caramel slice on the beach, then went down to Exceat and up the valley to Alfriston, onwards to Berwick and then to Arlington. Onwards towards Arlington Stadium, then through some woods to Hailsham. Down the Cuckoo Trail to Polegate from there, where I caught the train (shocking £4.20!) to Lewes.
I then rode down the Ouse Valley to Piddinghoe and then home.
A nice day.
