Two rides again. Richard and Andy to take a " beginners " ride Then normal 45 miles at 16 mph for " medium " ride. Dry day with no wind Routes to be posted later All welcome
Over the whale’s path, Line 60 Widely wandering All earth’s corners. Comes oft to me Greedy and eager, Lone-flyer screeching Whets for the whale-road The heart unwearied, Over the sea’s hold.
Indeed there is not so proud-spirited a man in the world, nor so generous of gifts, nor so bold in his youth, nor so brave in his deeds, nor so dear to his lord, that he never in his seafaring has a worry, as to what his Lord will do to him. Not for him is the sound of the harp nor the giving of rings nor pleasure in woman nor worldly glory nor anything at all unless the tossing of waves; but he always has a longing, he who strives on the waves.
The thoughts of my heart, That I on high streams With salt-surge Should strive – Mind-lust urging In every moment, That spirit fare onward, Seeking afar The fastness Of foreign folk.
Unfortunately I missed the Sunday 12th 9:30 (arrived 9:35 due to underestimating the headwinds from Ashwell to Bassingbourn, so guess everyone had left). Away this weekend, but will def go for Sun the 21st.
Ahoy 40 to 45 miles at 16 mph Flatish with a few rollers to try and keep together Cromer, great munden, puckeridge, barkway , back Dry and no wind, bit cooler See you 09.30 CP
We're on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there, take you there
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We must have lost the road. Don't you think it's getting late? Maybe if it's colder, We can stop and wait.
Aah, we lost the road (we lost the road, we lost the road, yeah). Aah, we lost the road (ah, we lost, yeah, yeah). Aah, we lost the road (we lost the road, we lost the road, oh yeah). Ah, we lost the road (we lost the road,don't you know we lost the road). Aah, we lost the road
No idea where we went First 10 miles all together at 14 mph Then split, next 32 miles at 17 mph Lots of rolling hills Coffee, white chocolate and cranberry biscuits
There was a time when I was alone Nowhere to go and no place to call home My only friend was the man in the moon And even sometimes he would go away, too Then one night, as I closed my eyes I saw a shadow flying high He came to me with the sweetest smile Told me he wanted to talk for awhile He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me I promise that you'll never be lonely, " and ever since that day I am a lost boy from Neverland Usually hanging out with Peter Pan And when we're bored we play in the woods Always on the run from Captain Hook "Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me Away from all of reality Neverland is home to lost boys like me And lost boys like me are free Neverland is home to lost boys like me And lost boys like me are free
Lots of fun as ever, no-one left behind, nice and steady through the lanes.
Great to see Jake & Richard out again - look forward to you coming out more in future.
Everyone welcome, friends old and new.
Thanks for the coffee and biscuits Commodore.
Your friend is close by your side And speaks in far ancient tongue A seasons wish will come true All seasons begin with you One world we all come from One world we melt into one
Just hold my hand and we're there Somehow we're going somewhere Somehow we're going somewhere
You ask me where to begin Am I so lost in my sin You ask me where did I fall I'll say I can't tell you when But if my spirit is strong I know it can't be long No questions I'm not alone Somehow I'll find my way home Somehow I'll find my way home Somehow I'll find my way home Somehow I'll find my way home
Jon & Vangelis ( there goes our split personality again)
I'm Jake the Peg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um With my extra leg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um Wherever I go through rain and snow The people always let me know There's Jake the peg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um With his extra leg, diddle-iddle-iddle
Disguised behind the lies,
Do you not realize?
This is heartless
This is heartless
Disguised behind the lies,
Do you not realize?
This is heartless
This is cut throat
Comments
Widely wandering
All earth’s corners.
Comes oft to me
Greedy and eager,
Lone-flyer screeching
Whets for the whale-road
The heart unwearied,
Over the sea’s hold.
The seafarer
Indeed there is not so proud-spirited a man in the world,
nor so generous of gifts,
nor so bold in his youth,
nor so brave in his deeds,
nor so dear to his lord,
that he never in his seafaring has a worry,
as to what his Lord will do to him.
Not for him is the sound of the harp
nor the giving of rings
nor pleasure in woman
nor worldly glory
nor anything at all
unless the tossing of waves;
but he always has a longing,
he who strives on the waves.
The Anglo Saxon
That I on high streams
With salt-surge
Should strive –
Mind-lust urging
In every moment,
That spirit fare onward,
Seeking afar
The fastness
Of foreign folk.
Unfortunately I missed the Sunday 12th 9:30 (arrived 9:35 due to underestimating the headwinds from Ashwell to Bassingbourn, so guess everyone had left). Away this weekend, but will def go for Sun the 21st.
See all there,
Chris
We do collect 10 mins before and leave when the church bells chime.
See you next week.
CP
40 to 45 miles at 16 mph
Flatish with a few rollers to try and keep together
Cromer, great munden, puckeridge, barkway , back
Dry and no wind, bit cooler
See you 09.30
CP
About 20 to 25 miles
All together to Cromer
CP
We're on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there, take you there
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
D Byrne
We must have lost the road.
Don't you think it's getting late?
Maybe if it's colder,
We can stop and wait.
Aah, we lost the road (we lost the road, we lost the road, yeah).
Aah, we lost the road (ah, we lost, yeah, yeah).
Aah, we lost the road (we lost the road, we lost the road, oh yeah).
Ah, we lost the road (we lost the road,don't you know we lost the road).
Aah, we lost the road
Lost Dutchman
No idea where we went
First 10 miles all together at 14 mph
Then split, next 32 miles at 17 mph
Lots of rolling hills
Coffee, white chocolate and cranberry biscuits
CP
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely, " and ever since that day
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
CP
Lots of fun as ever, no-one left behind, nice and steady through the lanes.
Great to see Jake & Richard out again - look forward to you coming out more in future.
Everyone welcome, friends old and new.
Thanks for the coffee and biscuits Commodore.
Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A seasons wish will come true
All seasons begin with you
One world we all come from
One world we melt into one
Just hold my hand and we're there
Somehow we're going somewhere
Somehow we're going somewhere
You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is strong
I know it can't be long
No questions I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Jon & Vangelis ( there goes our split personality again)
With my extra leg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um
Wherever I go through rain and snow
The people always let me know
There's Jake the peg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um
With his extra leg, diddle-iddle-iddle
Rolf
Jake? He's a cut throat.
Disguised behind the lies,
Do you not realize?
This is heartless
This is heartless
Disguised behind the lies,
Do you not realize?
This is heartless
This is cut throat
FD
The flying dustbin of history
Not bad for a beginner
No gold for him
CP
the best pirate captain
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, whoa
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning, yeah
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Lionel the Dutchman
Brothers in arms now.
Dire straits