Wed 19 Jun 2013
Fickleshole is the sort of place you would travel a long way to visit simply out of curiosity. What an absolutely wonderful name for a place. You would expect it to be nestled amongst the craggy cliffs of Devon or Cornwall rather than on the outskirts of Croydon just a stones-throw from New Addington. Amazingly I am completely unable to locate any information as to the origins of this name, which I must say seems somewhat strange.
Anyway, nine of us wandered last night. We were very pleased to welcome David and Graham on their first outing with us and I think they enjoyed themselves. They certainly said they did.
Departing Bromley South we made our way to Hayes along the quiet route which runs parallel to Hayes Lane. We then cycled across the common, climbing all the way to the top of Fox Hill which provided a brief downhill respite. We then tackled the long climb up Nash Lane to the dog school.
As we started along Layhams Road there came a rather loud yelp and I looked up to see Mrs Evans sitting in the hedge with her bike on top of her struggling to free herself. Being the chivalrous gentlemen that Bromley Cyclists are known as, we all immediately sprang to assist our stranded fellow fell about laughing. Anyway we soon had Eve back on her bike and once the mirth had subsided we were off again on the final leg of our trip.
Arriving at the White Bear we settled in the garden and chatted. We were joined by Steve W on his motor-cycle and when the darkness began to fall and it became chilly we transferred indoors.
Three of us left before closing time the remainder doubtless stayed to the bitter end. From the White Bear it is just about downhill all the way for all of us no matter what the final destination. Bliss
A lovely wander on a fine summer evening. About 15 miles on my computer.