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It was the Bellingham weekend, 17-18th July
2004, though for Pat and Drew they were days 4 and 5 of an 8-day
tour, and days 2 and 3 of a 4-day tour for Gerry.
Eric was felled by a stomach bug (or possibly a chicken curry),
David decided the second hill on the Sunday was quite enough for
him, another David was alarmed by clicking noises from his crank
but still had to do the Sunday ride, Bill was struck by the curse
of Rothbury (two tubes punctured simultaneously on the way in, one
puncture and a holed tyre on the way out), Lindsey fell off her
bike, Gerry was heard shouting for help, Drew's puns were unforgiveable
(on seeing a warning about moving machinery: 'and me out without
my hanky'), and most of us were struggling to keep up with Pat's
mother. Pat said it was about par for an Ayrshire CTC weekend. |
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The area has tourism
in buckets |
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In the cyclists'
tearoom at Elsdon: Drew, Margaret, Pat, and David |
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Eric, Gerry, Lindsey,
and (almost) Bill |
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The clog dancers
and accompanist |
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Poster in Bellingham
hostel
Incidentally, it's Bell-in-jim |
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The
secluded hostel at Bellingham |
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(left)
Friday evening, outside the hostel |
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The Rose and Crown, Bellingham:
It may not have had the real ales of The Cheviot, but it was a darn
site more welcoming. Bellingham is a self-catering hostel. The party
delegated much self-catering to the Rose and Crown. |
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The tearoom
at Elsdon and a notice (one of many) in the vicinity. Basically,
Pat and Drew took us somewhere with big hills where we could
get shot at and stumble upon unexploded bombs. Compared to
that, the sausage sandwich at the Elsdon tearoom was a piece
of cake (not literally, obviously, though I think they did
have cake). |
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St. Cuthbert's
Parish Church (the mother church of Redesdale) in Elsdon has a gravestone
with this inscription: 'Erected by a few friends to the memory of
John Gallon who was drowned while hunting with his hounds in the
River Lugar, Ayrshire, July 16th 1873, aged 59 years.' |
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The technical
team at work on one of Bill's punctured tubes. |
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Rothbury had
a greasy spoon masquerading as the ideal spot for unsuspecting
cyclists who don't know the area to take afternoon tea.
It also had clog dancers and men in ribbons and funny hats,
possibly with with foot fetishes. And isn't he in the Rusty
Rims? |
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