This was a ride with a difference. The difference was that the lovely Binsted Wood, which we rode through on a nice quiet lane, is under threat from a road-building scheme which is poised to cut a huge, noisy, polluting swathe through the wood and cut it off from the nearby village. This despite an alternative, much simpler, and no doubt cheaper, option which merely bypasses the famous A27 bottleneck at Arundel station and avoids the wood altogether. Our leader, Angela D, handed out leaflets from the Save Binsted Wood campaign to every cyclist we met, and implored them to sign the petition and write to their MP. Please take the time to look at the website and support this campaign. There is a map showing the various options here.
Binsted Lane – by Jim
Angela led Angela C, Graham, Marilyn, Sikka, Wendy and me around a 15-mile route, painstakingly devised by her and Wendy, which featured two churches, a prison, and an aeroplane on a stick. We welcomed Graham on his first Clarion ride; he had found us via our excellent website, hand-crafted by our own Fred Pipes.
The Madonna Pond – by Wendy
We visited the Madonna Pond, and heard the fascinating story of local artist Lorna Wishart. We reached Climping via a delightful byway across a cornfield, but the proposed sea-bathing option was shelved due to the failure of the Met Office to deliver warm weather. The lunch menu, at the Black Horse in Climping, was uncharacteristically restricted, with almost nothing for veggies or vegans; I opted for cheesy chips, while Wendy’s chips were cheese-free, but only after rejecting a duplicate portion of the cheesy variety that had been produced by the chaotic food ordering system. However, any shortcomings in the lunch department were more than made up for by a truly excellent coffee stop at Edgcumbes in Ford Lane, with exotic drinks and delicious snacks all round.
Crossing the field – by Wendy
Reaching the River Arun at Littlehampton, Sikka and Graham decided to ride further east, while the remaining five of us rode down to the West Beach Café for ice cream, and a quick look at the old fort, whose defences have been rendered somewhat useless by the towering sand dunes that have built up in front of it. On the train back, we were entertained by a busker, and thanked Angela and Wendy for a memorable ride.
Remember … PLEASE SIGN THE PETITION!
Wendy scampering up the dunes – by Jim