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Cycling History

Through the fields of Cambridgeshire

Despite the failure of the BBC weather forecasters to deliver on their promise of a sunny afternoon, I’ve just returned from a pleasant cycle tour through the history of Cambridgeshire (with a dominant overlay of Big Agriculture).

I started out from St Neots, a rather bleak and industrial town (although it has the remains of some nice coaching inns in the city centre) and is named after a relative of Alfred the Great, of whom I confess I had not previously heard. (And unlike the usual case in Britain, it is pronounced as it is spelt…)

My route took me through Offord Cluny, so named because the parish was owned from the eleventh to the fourteenth century by the Cluny monastery in Burgundy. (One in the eye for the Europhobes.)

Next up was Buckden, a very wealthy-looking little place, with a few interesting historical features. I was taken by the slogan on the South’s Almshouse (1810) “Industry rewarded, age protected”, and by its architecture – I suspect lots of its features came from Buckden Tower next door, which was a grand bishop’s residence that sure its share of tragedy and drama.

This site (click on history) lists a good few of them, including its role as a jail for Catherine of Aragon as the divorce went through, and the place of death of Henry and Charles Brandon, son of Henry VIII’s favourite, the Duke of Suffolk. Their mother had them brough here from Cambridge to avoid the sweating plague, but it claimed their lives within 48 hours. (I think the general consensus is that we still don’t know what “sweating sickness” was.)

buckden tower

This is the Great Tower (restored in 1957) on the same site as the original in which the Queen stayed. “The foundations were laid about the year 1479 by Bishop Rotherham (1472-80), but this work ceased upon his death in 1480 and was not recommenced by his successor, Bishop Russell, until 1491. The lowest storey resting upon the vaulted arches of the great cellar, formed a large dining hall, the large apartment immediately above it being called the King’s Lodging.”

Then it was on to Bushmead priory, only to discover that it is only open for groups, so I missed out on the “”magnificent 13th-century timber roof of crown post construction with medieval wall paintings and stained glass”.

The Ordinance Survey map of the area is thick with notations in the Gothic script denoting historical buildings or remains: “moat”, “manorial earthworks”, “palace remains”, but the primary visual impression is of Big Agriculture. Huge fields of rape-seed in brilliant yellow flower were the most evident, but there were also a lot of summer cereals.

Total: about 33 miles (c. 55km). If I’m ever going to make the Dunwich Dynamo I’m going to have to do this and more at least once a week. I think most of my body can make it; not too sure about the knees, however.

The route came from:

Cycling Environmental politics

The true blue David Cameron emerges

The Tory leader David Cameron is cycling to work every day. It is part of his new green colouring. But, it emerges, his chauffeur is driving behind with his shirt. The true colours aren’t far below the surface. But I have a helpful suggestion – panniers. If I can get 10 books from the London Library in mine, I reckon he could get the papers he needs, and the space for a clean shirt…

Now I think that micro power schemes are much better than macro, but it still has to be considered a forward step that Europe’s biggest onshore windfarm has just been approved in Scotland. It will produce enough power for 200,000 homes.

Cycling

Spring on the Thames path

Well, having managed not to fall off my bicycle and into the Thames, I’m back from my jaunt. The Thames path is gorgeous in many places and the English spring was doing its stuff: the new lambs were gambolling, the daffodils were blooming in the churchyards, the coxes at Henley-on-Thames were bawling at their crews, and the flocks of parakeets were swirling. (Those of you who find the last of that group odd; yes they were originally Australian, but escaped pets are apparently naturalising very successfully, and in large numbers, in the south-east of England.)

There was also a hovering raptor, but I wasn’t close enough to the front to hear the identification. I wasn’t Tail End Charlie ALL day, just most of it. This was a group I would never have kept up with were it not for the large numbers of otherwise irritating stiles that dot the path. We made it from Reading to Windsor (and some people set off to cycle on to London – though not on the Thames path, since it had taken us from 10ish to 4 to get that far.)

That was at least 35 miles, about half of it on non-sealed paths, forest tracks and straight out rough fields – and those soft and spongy river meadows are damn hard riding. I may have done a bit more than that – the juddering shook loose the speedo magnet; my knees are swearing it must have been at least 40 miles total for the day, and they might even be right.

UPDATE: in case you should think this means I’m a “real” cyclist, read this post to discover what real cyclists do.

SECOND UPDATE: Thanks to Barry, the organiser, I learn that the raptor was a red kite, “Very rare a few years back…now spreading”.