The Next Ride: Sunday 31 May 2015 – Dell Quay 

20 May 2015

***CANCELLED due to bad weather; rescheduled for 9 August 2015***

Chichester – Centurion Way – West Stoke – Fishbourne – Dell Quay (for lunch) – Salterns Marina – Chichester Ship Canal Basin (for tea)

We meet at the south side of Chichester railway station at 11.15 am and then go round over the railway level crossing to the north side to start riding on the cycle track from the car park.  After a mile we begin a northward ride on the Centurion Way and in about three miles we take the West Stoke Road which has a gentle rise until the middle of the village.  We turn south into Lye Lane and on down until we go round the north and east of Fishbourne and pass under the A27.  We take the Salterns Way bridlepath past Apuldram and soon reach the Crown and Anchor Public House at Dell Quay – probably before 1.30.

After lunch we continue on the Salterns Way south and cross over the Chichester Salterns Marina lock gates to reach the Chichester Old Ship Canal.  At the northern end of the Marina Entrance road we ride along the towpath* on the east side of the canal until we cross over the Poyntz canal footbridge onto a wider well-surfaced track.  From this bridge there is a distant view of Chichester Cathedral apparently surrounded by green fields and trees and no sign of any urbanisation.  The ride ends at the Canal Basin where there is a fine Canal Trust tearoom.

*  The alternative to reach the Poyntz canal footbridge is to take the minor road east to the B2145 T-junction then north through Hunston – also more suitable for bikes with road tyres.  We can re-group at the entrance to the footbridge.

Trains to Chichester:  Brighton 10.00 and Hove 10.04 arriving at 10.55.

London Victoria 9.17 arriving at 10.59

Meet on the south side of Chichester railway station at 11.15.

Terrain:  a gentle gradient up to West Stoke, then downhill to the north of Fishbourne, and thereafter mainly flat.  17 miles – see O/S Explorer Map 120 “Chichester” (1:25000)

Roads:  a mixture of cycle tracks, footpaths along the canal side, and quiet country roads.

There are four busy roads to cross:  B2178 SE of Ashling, A259 in Fishbourne, A286 at Cutfield Bridge and B2201 at Crosbie Bridge.  However, we do not have to cycle along them.

Lunch:  at the Crown and Anchor, Dell Quay, with a quite expensive menu.  The Boat House Café prices at the Salterns Marina are probably lower.  Tea: by the Chichester Ship Canal Basin, just south of the railway station.

Return trains times to:

Hove 16.15H 16.27SN 16.53SN 17.15H

Brighton 16.15C 16.27SN 16.53SN 17.15C

Victoria 16.15V (arr.17.56) 17.15V (arr. 18.56)

H:  three stops before HoveSN: stops at all stations before Brighton

C: change at Hove, with three stops before Hove

V: no changes: with five stops before London Victoria, incl. Clapham Junction

Note:  the new Southern Rail timetables started on 17 May, but due to computer problems the printed timetables are not yet available.  These times were viewed on-line, but perhaps you should check them beforehand.

My mobile number is:  0789 635 3563


The Last Ride: Sunday 17 May 2015 – Boots, Bluebells, Birds and Spurs

20 May 2015

Sunny day & bumper tally of eighteen at Polegate station & I’ll now attempt the roll call. Sue of Lewes [rather than Sikka] was our leader & had planned a brilliant mid-May ride. Quite a late start as she had to deal with her horses first, so by noon, Chris, her partner & Chris from Patcham, David Jezeph, from Shoreham & Dave, who’s a CTC trained ride leader, Roger & Susanne, Sue [Sikka], Sean & Jane, Jane, who’s a friend of Sue & Chris from Lewes, Julian, Corinne, Julia, Leon & Joyce, Nick & me makes 18, so hope no-one is missed out.

No photos of the station start as we had hopes of pics at Arlington Tea Gardens coffee stop. We trouped onto the Cuckoo Trail & turned left after the bridge over the busy motorway. The trail turned into a bridleway complete with horses,


through the woods & path was, fortunately, not too muddy. In fact it was filled with millions of bluebells & undulated through delightful woods until we reached the tea gardens. Due to the late hour & some hungry tums Sue took a vote on whether or not to stop at the Tea Gardens & it was almost even, but glad the stoppers won!

May 17, 2015: Arlington Figure 8

Arlington Tea Gardens was a joy & a treat & real find for most of us. We had to split up though into 3 or 4 tables for our refreshments, so not sure if there will be a group photo. There were plants for sale at good value prices & would have liked to buy some; glad to see Corinne festooned with tomato plants decorating her paniers afterwards. There were quail eggs for sale too & charming fluffy chicks & their parents to admire, as well as an exotic golden pheasant & his less colourful mate in another enclosure. There was even a [wooden/spoiler] koala bear to see looking down at us from a eucalyptus tree. Food looked good too with vast array of cakes, veg soups [2], & fine fayre for all, but we [mostly] stuck to the liquid refreshments, although there may have been some scones, cream & jam consumed by those who knew the gardens & didn’t need to explore.

We left there around 1pm but still had many miles to go before the lunch stop at Arlington – all most pleasant. Most were able to sit on the very long picnic table at the reservoir & eat our picnics, while listening to the birdsong, chattering & quacking. Julian identified the species; reed warblers, while others explored the area. Some food was shared around & Sue [Sikka] had made some tasty flapjacks for us all. It is [was] her birthday today [18th] so we sang Happy Birthday, along with the bird chorus. By the way I would recommend a Radio 4 programme from last week on Birdsong & linguistics; “What the Songbird Said” to anyone interested in neuro-linguistics, Profs. Chomsky & Miyagawa and/or birds. Julian also told me that we heard “en route many chiffchaffs, robins, wrens and blackcaps”.

May 17, 2015: Arlington Figure 8

Discussion on the grassy knoll next to the picnic table was an inquest into why Labour lost the General Election 10 days ago & thus we are stuck with another 5 years of austerity, cuts, destruction & despair.

May 17, 2015: Arlington Figure 8

At 3pm it was time to move on & the job of shepherding 18 cyclists back onto the road, then along the woodland trails replete with bluebells & devoid of cars resumed. All went fine for 5 miles or so, then, as we were about to enter another lovely wood from a quiet road, David’s bike unfortunately fell into a large pothole tipping him off into the road. He said he was fine & remounted & rode again. But not for very long as the chain & derailleurs were damaged. Dave was backstop & I stayed with the two of them, as did Suzanne. It seemed as though David would be able to proceed & 1st Suzanne & then, eventually, I, resumed the ride, expecting David & Dave to follow. I couldn’t see Suzanne in front of me, but soon Chris headed towards me, having come back to look for stragglers. He told me to carry on the path & then turn left at the T-junction [at least that is what I thought he said], so I did. Back on a quiet road again with the usual charming cottages alongside was pleased to find Dave catching up with me & even more pleased that he said he thought he’d seen someone else ahead of me. He explained that Chris had decided that David’s bike was beyond repair & that he would cycle back & fetch his car to take David & his bike back to Polegate. Sue would phone Dave to report on progress of the both sections of riders. We emerged at a big roundabout at Upper Dicker & tried 2 A roads both up & down in search of the elusive Cuckoo Trail & direction home. The A22 section was particularly hairy as white van man raced past us giving us both close shaves, even though we were in the gutter already! After less than a mile we were able to turn off into Hailsham, but even here, we had a few ups & downs both before, & after, finding the Cuckoo. Passers-by frequently giving the wrong directions & cycle route signage not being helpful enough [or invisible].


As I approached the station, relief at hand, I told Dave I was going to race ahead to cross the level crossing before barriers prevented access to Brighton trains & expected him to follow me. I reached the right platform just as a train pulled in & met Roger & Suzanne who urged me to alight, as did the guard, but I thought I ought to wait for Dave whom I assumed was taking the Brighton train too. So the train pulled out & I went out to look for Dave. He had been to the car-park looking for David, Chris & Sue, but could see none of them, so, after conferring, & explaining that his car was parked down the road at Polegate, not down the road from Brighton station, I went back to the bench on the station platform & awaited the Brighton train, eating the remnants of my picnic lunch in the May sunshine. I phoned David when I arrived home & he was OK although his bike needs repair. Roger phoned me in the morning & explained what had happened at the front, with Sue trying to phone both ends of the ride, but not having connections. David had told me that Chris had raced back to his car & fallen off in the woods in the mud, so that was very unfortunate too. Sue said we would do 18 miles, Julian told me his Garmin said they did 22 miles & I reckon Dave and I must have done another 8, making a round 30, but all of them were enjoyable, some more adventurous/challenging than others & I thanks Sue & Chris for providing a wonderful Mid-May ride for 18 fortunate Clarion Riders.



20 May 2015

Dear All

Compared to most years of the past decade or so we seem to be having more problems than usual in finding volunteers to lead rides – in spite of the fact that, as this Sunday, we get record numbers taking part.  Unfortunately this has coincided with a period when I haven’t been able to “back stop” as I have sometimes done in the past – which hasn’t helped.  So how about it?  There is plenty of advice and help available if you haven’t done it before.

It would be good to try and fill up the June – and if possible also the July – slots.  At worst – if there is going to be a “next ride” at all after Julian’s – we need a volunteer for 14 June.

Assuming we do get one – I’m always optimistic about such things – I need to make a plea to whoever takes on the ride report for Julian’s Dell Quay excursion.  Normally, I ask people to let me have the report by 6 pm on the Tuesday following the ride – or if that is not possible to email me by then and give me an approximate ETA.

However, I am booked in the have my cataract done – or at least one of them – at crack of dawn on the Wednesday morning following the Dell Quay ride – so it would be good if I could get the newsletter out on the Monday evening if at all possible.  I may not be able to work on the computer for a few days after that Wednesday and – assuming I have a “next ride” to tell you about I wouldn’t want to delay getting the details to you.

My new computer is now operational – but I’m only partly so because it’s so sophisticated compared with my old machine.   I haven’t yet managed to work out how to copy from my Clarion PDFs  so there is no extract from the 1890s this time.  Normal service will, I hope, be resumed soon!

Tessa’s Festival Weekends

As usual Tessa will be hosting an extensive range of her own and other peoples’ work at 38 Lorna Road, Hove.  Opening times are 11 to 6 on Sats and Suns and also Bank Holiday Monday.

[And Fred is showing some work at 17 Clyde Road, part of the Beyond the Level trail.]


The Next Ride: Sunday 17 May: Arlington Figure 8

6 May 2015

This is my plan for the ride. I would be quite happy to wait for people at Polegate until 12:02 if they couldn’t get on the first train if they would text me on 07748694094 to let me know to wait. As we are likely to be having a sandwich lunch, it isn’t imperative to get to a pub before they stop serving food.

Distance: 18 miles Terrain: Gentle, some off road with slightly bumpy sections but suitable for most bikes.

We will start from Polegate railway station for a gentle bike ride taking us through sections of woodland (we might be lucky enough to catch the last of the bluebells), a pleasant road section on quiet roads between Arlington and Selmeston (with a quick stop for a pre-lunch coffee at the Arlington tea garden). Then on to Ripe, Chalvington and Arlington reservoir where a picnic lunch stop is planned. There is also a small outdoor cafe so if anyone has forgotten their sandwiches it is not a disaster. If the weather isn’t suitable we will go on to one of the two pubs, the Yew Tree or the Old Oak. Past a bit more of Abbots wood on the right and then a nice little bit of new off road bike track follows, which links up with the path through the woods parallel to Knockholt country park. Finally, we pass through a rather bland bit of housing estate on the outskirts of Hailsham and onto the Cuckoo Trail and back to Polegate.

On the trains, the 11.12 from Brighton gets in at 11.40 to Polegate. This would normally be a two coach Ashford train, which would be difficult to get a lot of bikes on, but as the trains are only going to Bexhill on this day, it might be a longer train. There is an 11.17 departure from Brighton which involves a change and 20 minute wait at Lewes to connect with the London train. These trains will almost certainly have room, but would not get people in until 12.02 at Polegate.


The Last Ride: Windmills and Bluebells, 3 May 2015

6 May 2015

The circumstances were anything but propitious. It was a Bank Holiday weekend, and some members might have gone away. It was Election Week, and some would be out canvassing. And it was raining.

Helen and Angela, arriving at Hassocks Station in Helen’s van, later confessed that they had been convinced that no-one else would venture out for the ride, and were actually looking forward to having a coffee in the garden centre instead … but they were greeted by Julian, Kate, Richard, Roger, Suzanne and myself, who had all just got off the train from Brighton. Later, Rob and Delia arrived, making 10 riders in all – far exceeding anyone’s expectations.


L-R Kate, Richard, Rob, Jim, Angela, Suzanne, Helen, Roger, Julian. Otherwise engaged: Delia

Even given the numbers, there was much discussion of whether to go ahead, as the rain continued to belt down. Julian and I passed the time by admiring the new station with its lifts and “accessible” toilets, and discovered that we were both members of that elite fraternity of people familiar with the meaning of the acronym “CLASP”. It turned out later though, with the benefit of Wikipedia, that neither of us had got it quite right. It stands for Consortium of Local Authorities Special Programme, and was a design of modular building used for schools and other public buildings from the 1950s onwards. (Well, we got the “LA” bit right) … the link here was that the railways had also used this system, and in particular, the old Hassocks station, recently demolished, was a CLASP building (which had only been put up about 40 years earlier); other Southern Region stations to use this design were the old East Grinstead (post-Beeching) station, also recently rebuilt; and Forest Hill, Sunningdale and Virginia Water stations among many others. Julian’s connection with it was that he had once worked for a prestigious firm of architects which had used the same system in the design of York University and other campuses.[1]

But back to the ride … we put our faith in the weather forecast, which said the rain would clear some time after 11. Off we went, and indeed it was already clearing. Eastwards to lovely Underhill Lane, and then northwards up the confusingly named (but also lovely) Streat Lane. The bluebells were out in force, but the battery in my camera had died, so I did not get a chance to photograph them. We stopped to look at the 17th century Streat Place, which is definitely not made of modular concrete panels, and is rumoured to belong to Camilla somebody-or-other.

Streat Place

A simplified map of our ride might look a bit like three triangles joined together, or a figure of 8 with an extra loop. One apex was at the Plough, between Plumpton Green and Wivelsfield Green, where there is a monument to the Polish airmen based at RAF Chailey during the war.


Wikipedia tells us that Chailey was an example of another acronym, an ALG (Advanced Landing Ground) or “simple, temporary airfield” –  which I suppose is what you’d get if you dismantled a CLASP building and laid all the bits out end to end.


Soup stop: L-R Richard, Delia, Helen, Jim, Roger

Actually there were five “abstainers” who didn’t complete the second loop. I will spare their blushes by not naming them; but after Helen had offered round her flask of cucumber and onion soup (gratefully accepted by yours truly) five doughty riders – Helen, Delia, Roger, Suzanne and I – set off to Plumpton Green and the former Winning Post pub, which has had a Hassocks Station style makeover and is now two houses with an interesting drainage system.


The Former Winning Post: Who forgot the gully?

We turned off here along the concrete road (no doubt made of disarded CLASP modules in the 1960s), then back to the Plough along another lane which, with Honeypot Lane, had actually formed part of our April 5th Lewes ride (but in the opposite direction). When we got back the others had got fed up with waiting, so we set off to chase them.

After a little detour by the leaders (Delia and myself) which could be construed as a brave attempt to find “the real Wivelsfield”, but was actually just the result of a wrong turning, the Plumpton Five were reunited in an apparently beautifully-choreographed move (actually just pure coincidence) which saw us all converging on the junction of Green Road and South Road simultaneously – Delia and I from the west and Roger, Suzanne and Helen from the south. We reached our lunch stop at the Cock Inn, a nice old pub that has definitely never seen a prefabricated concrete module in its life. Helen achieved her ambition to be the first ride leader to enter the pub last. The early lunch brigade were all there already of course, and we sat down to a truly delicious meal, with no photographs because our food-photographing faction were not present.  Conversation at the table was to our usually high standard, with plate tectonics and Jung in the air where I was sitting, and a whiff of election talk from the far end of the table. There was also a discussion about some overprivileged member of the aristocracy who has apparently just had a baby.


The second triangle was completed by Hundred Acre Lane, a delightful lane with an odd name. I mean – Hundred Acre Wood I can understand, but for a road to have an area of 100 acres it would have to be about 100 km long, whereas in fact it is only two and a quarter … or maybe I am interpreting it too literally?

Then down Spatham Lane to Ditchling and along a muddy, bumpy path to Oldland Windmill. There had been much debate about the degree of muddiness of this path, based on previous experience, and Helen offered the group a choice, the consensus being to forge ahead. Rob left us at this point. The path turned out to be less muddy than feared and we came upon a splendid working mill with its sweeps turning and many visitors queueing to get up the stairs and generally “milling around”.


Oldland Mill

I was keen to see the innards of the mill, and made it to the Stone Floor (the middle floor, where the stones are) while Roger and Suzanne remained on the lower (Spout) floor where the flour comes out. The mill was built in 1703, but went into decline after closure in 1912, and after 1980 it was dismantled and almost completely rebuilt, with just a few of the original timbers being re-used. It was brought back into working order in 2008; all the hard work of a group of dedicated volunteers.

Spout Floor, Oldland Mill

The Spout Floor and Post

It is a post mill, like Jill on the Downs, but without the latter’s ability to move automatically into the wind, which I believe is done by means of a delightfully-named device called a Sussex Tailpole Fantackle. At Oldland, the mill has to be turned by hand, but of course it is fixed in position while open to the public at least.

We left down a mud-free lane taking us back to Hassocks and the train. Twenty-one miles of mercifully dry weather, industrial history and lovely lanes, and as always, wonderful company. Thanks to Helen – it was the third time she had led this ride, but a first for me – third time lucky!


[1] Wikipedia also says that the cynics’ interpretation of the acronym was “collection of loosely assembled steel parts”.


6 May 2015

Dear All

Sorry about the non-appearance of the last newsletter and special thanks to Jim for getting out a mini version at short notice. My computer problems have continued – but I have a new machine on order. Unfortunately it won’t be up and running in time for this newsletter – so fingers crossed that my old banger will carry on working for long enough. Thanks to  Sue (Priest) and Julian the next two rides in May are now accounted for. What we need now are offers for and the June rides

Mentioning June reminds me.  I now have a date then for getting my cataracts   sorted out – or at least the first eye.  I’ve mentioned my problem before to explain why I haven’t been “back-stopping” rides. It has got considerably worse since the New Year.  I’m not driving and wouldn’t want to put others at risk by coming out on rides – or worse still trying to lead them – when I can’t see where I’m going properly.  I also realise – because I’ve been told – that I’m passing people I know in the street without acknowledging them.  My apologies if you’re one of my “victims” in this respect.   But I hope that before too long I will be able to get out with the Clarion again – and perhaps there’ll also be fewer errors in these newsletters! (Hope springs eternal!)

Easter Meet  at Llangollen – Anne’s Report

If you thought the sporty report from Mick last time was uncharacteristic of Brighton & Hove Clarion & wondered what the other 5 [5.5 if you count David & Terri’s dog] did at the Meet, then this is for you. We had a fun time too & could bask in the reflected glory of Bob & Mick’s exploits, while enjoying gentle bike rides [gentler for David who did the group ride & gentlest for me, who struck out alone] or walks along the canal to the famous aqueduct, explore the steam trains, dance till we were giddy in the ceilidh, partake of several meals along with our section & mix  & mingle with the other sections from across the UK, watching the young & the old enjoying themselves & learning about the club’s illustrious history from their mouths as well as its bright future from the eager youngsters.

Mick drove Fred & I up the motorways to our rented cottage overlooking the River Dee. David & Terri & their dog were in the hotel a short distance up the road & Bob was in the  hostel organised by London Clarion; all a 20min walk or short drive away from the conference hotel, so we met up in town for a Bangladeshi meal on Friday night, after registering at the hotel & receiving our embroidered ribbons for 2015.

At the AGM I learned about & met Life Members – in their eighties – who told me of previous meets they’d attended with thousands participating, having cycled there & back again, camping rather than big hotels. I enjoyed the  AGM itself & appreciate all the work that went into organising both the Meet & the Clarion Club Year & super Boots & Spurs magazine. Mick proposed an amendment to the rule change that tried to put all racers into registered section shirts/colours by excluding sections which did not yet have registered racing colours (i.e. us!) from the rule and his amendment was carried. Mick did buy the super new Clarion cycling top for the T.T. hill climb though & very pleased he did. There were volunteers for all the vacant positions & [eventually] Fenland said they would hold the Meet in 2015 in Hunstanton, after Cheshire had volunteered for 2017. So we’re all set up for more fun then.

Ceilidh on Sat night saw almost all participating, young & old twirling & mingling. West Lothian Section had brought along some mugs for sale & we bought one for ourselves and put one of them into the raffle, as each section added their prize to the table. Mick won another cycling mug provided by a different section. It was funny when Anthony Bowles [North Cheshire (?) – I think] won 7 or 8 raffle prizes, which he distributed to worthy members of his & [possibly] other sections including 1 of the Life Members in their 80s.

The dinner & prize-giving on the final night was enlivened by the cross-toasting. Young Alex Ball rising to toast all who weren’t taking alcohol, Stuart Walsh rose to toast all who participate in the Clarion International Brigade Commemoration Ride, Mick was able to stand when a cross toast for first time hill-climbers was announced & 4 of us stood for the 1st-timers at a Clarion Meet. It was a lot of fun & then the prize giving; so many beautiful trophies & so nice to see the children receive the cups on behalf of their sections. There was even a well behaved dog at the dinner, though he didn’t get any prize. Some sections had arrived all kitted out in a phalanx & were awarded including  the Tom Groom trophy – a very handsome globe, as I recall. Probably more details will appear in Boots & Spurs.

For more please read Fred’s blog;

Tessa’s Festival Weekends

As usual Tessa will be hosting an extensive range of her own and other peoples’ work at 38 Lorna Road, Hove.  Opening times are 11 to 6 on Sats and Suns and also Bank Holiday Monday.

If I can I will try to forward a flyer with more details.


The Clarion Tales

When I did my – feeble – Chaucer parody at the beginning of the last newsletter I wasn’t aware – ‘cos I wasn’t on the Isle of Wight ride – that something similar – but infinitely better –  had been done back in 2009.  Jim put me right about this

He writes:

As I recall, I noticed on the recce that somewhere on the cycle path to the west of Ryde there was a box on a gate with a slot in it, and a noticeboard nearby, and it said you could post poems in the box and they’d put them up. I appealed for contributions and got a haiku from Fred, and a short poem from Joyce, then another one from Fred. I think the “Clarion tales” must have been all my work (and Geoffrey’s of course!), although I did circulate it for approval beforehand. Anyway we put them all in the box but never found out whether any made it to the noticeboard.

Well, such literary talent cannot be allowed to hide its light under the proverbial bushel any longer.  So this time, I shall leave out the usual extract from 1890s Clarions at the end of this newsletter and devote the space instead to “Clarion tales” and the other splendid pieces


Clarion Tales – and other poems

6 May 2015

These poems arose out of our 2009 weekend ride to the Isle of Wight.


WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath, from Hove to Hayward’s Heath,
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages)
Than longen folk to goon on bike rides,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Brighton, to th’ISLE OF WIGHT they wende,
The holy blisful HOSTEL for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were weak.
Bifel that, in that sesoun on a day,
In BRIGHTON at the Station as I lay
Redy to wenden on my cycle ride
To TOTLAND BAY with ful devout corage,
At nine o’clock was come in-to that place
Of rumbling trains, four in a compaignye,
Of sondry folk, by aventure y-falle
In felawshipe, and cyclists were they alle,
That toward TOTLAND BAY wolden ryde;
The platforms and the carriages were wyde,
And wel we weren esed atte beste.
At HOVE three more did join the throng,
And unto TOTLAND BAY wolde come along;
At PORTSMOUTH yet three more enjoyn’d to we,
And we did take the ferry o’er the sea.
From RYDE to NEWPORT did we pedal west,
And tooke our luncheon at the BARGEMAN’S REST.
Then sundry hills and dales we did devour
Untille, when came at last the sunset hour,
By YARMOUTH and FRESHWATER we did pass
And came at last to TOTLAND’s swete repast
Of WIGHT SOUPE, and many a quart of Ale,
So hadde we founde at last our Holy Grail.

By Geoffrey de Raillieur (1340-1400)

Re-discovered by Brighton & Hove Clarion Cycling Club (2009)

Fred’s haiku

Life! the Clarion calls:
Sound of steam, as April cycles
To Spring fellowship.

Joyce’s poem: On being passed by cars on a bike

A distant roaring
Then they’re shudderingly close
Swoosh, and swoosh, and swoosh

They move in small packs
Leaving their farts in the air
To mark their passing

Another one from Fred

A founder member of the Clarion
Was Robin’s friend Maid Marion.
She couldn’t go as far as she intended
Because the bike had not yet been invented.