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Brompton Cycle Tour Day 9

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Another hot day dawned – we couldn’t believe it. It usually pours with rain when we’re on holiday. The family joke is never to take a holiday when we have one booked! We packed up and made our way back into Bradford-on-Avon and out the other side, following the NCN 254 signs. The route soon took us off the busy roads and on to quiet country lanes. Passing through the small village of Rudge on the Wiltshire/Somerset border, we came across a traditional old pub called The Full Moon, which looked far too appealing to cycle by without stopping. As soon as we walked into the bar, the landlady took one look at us and without a word poured us each a glass of chilled water – she could see we were melting!

After a delicious light lunch, we made a supreme effort and jumped back on our bikes to continue with our hilly and hot ride. While taking a break in the shade of some trees, a walker stopped for a chat. It always amazes us how a conversation with a complete stranger can cover their life story and such random topics as the sad state of Weymouth today, technology and kids, the joys of walking, etc. On another break in the shade – we were making slow progress, it was very hot! – a couple pulled into their house, towing their vintage caravan, which they’d taken to a show. We learnt a lot about them, too! They did offer us a cuppa but we were both feeling a bit queasy, so stuck with our water.

As we approached Longleat, we kept a careful eye out for the NCN signs as a cyclist who stopped for a chat earlier (now you know why we make such slow progress) had warned us that the signs kept disappearing to discourage anyone from riding through the park… we’ll say no more. Luckily, we found our way into the park and, on approaching the pay kiosk, we pulled up to ask if anyone knew of a campsite nearby. The nearest one appeared to be at Gillingham, a further twenty or so miles away. We set off on our weary way following the road round into the Safari Park. A yell from the kiosk brought us to an abrupt halt – apparently, we were about to become the next item on the lions’ menu as we had taken the wrong turning! I could see the headlines ‘Lions feast on cycle tourists!’

We eventually found a campsite at Gillingham, and a rather strange one at that. It was like the Mary Celeste – a couple of tents, some caravans and chalets with doors open but not a person in sight. We saw no sign of life, apart from a couple of toads (as in amphibian, not ‘personas horribilis’!) in one of the showers. A sign said that a warden would come round to collect the money but they still hadn’t appeared by the time we’d packed up next morning. Being the honest people that we are, we went looking for someone to pay. I found the office and went in leaving Chris outside to look after the bikes/gear. I realized afterwards that they must have thought I was on my own as they charged just £7. I left it at that, so maybe not quite so honest after all!

The very welcoming Full Moon at Rudge

The very welcoming Full Moon at Rudge

Very tasty lunch!

Very tasty lunch!

Author: Mike McEnnerney Photographer

I've had a passion for photography for as long as I can remember and have been running my own photographic business for many years. This also carries over into my personal interests: I love the great outdoors and enjoy nothing better than to be outside taking photos and combining this with my hobbies of cycle touring, camping, backpacking, canoeing and just being out in the wilds, or as the Australians say "beyond the black stump" farther into the outback than the city lights.

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