A group of green laners, rough stuffers and folk of a relaxed persuasion based in Manchester
Come August this year it'll be 4 years since we created the blog! 4 years since Steve, Will and I journeyed to Anglesey for a weekend of riding... Still one of my fondest memories. We've ridden lots since then, we've made new friends and eaten plenty of chips! The bike fettling hasn't stopped, if anything …
Saturday, the forecast said it was going to be grim......and so it was. I got out to the bench, got a brew on, ate some biscuits and pulled out my book, and then the rain came, and the wind and shortly after a slobbering bulldog whose owner couldn’t care less about the fact that it …
The Boss is back! It's great to see him again, fresh from another trip to New Zealand and full of stories to tell. Welcoming him back to the fold this morning... Myself, Tom and Neil met at the usual spot by the canal and got a nice surprise as we were able to meet Steve's …
About a month or so ago I sent a letter. Wanting nothing in return it was sent with one purpose, to say thank you! It was sent to David Warner. The man responsible for bringing the world of one Charlie Chadwick to life ( please see previous post - Pot of gold... ) Charlie’s diaries ( 4 …
Started in May 1955 at the 'Black Swan' in Leominster by, amongst others, our old mate and hero Charlie Chadwick! The RSF is a national club for cyclists who enjoy riding on bridleways, tracks and quiet lanes. Myself and a number of the #grassupthemiddle gang are members and if you've been following this blog long …
And definitely not his last! Tuesday 12th Sept, in pictures... Splendid 🙂 Pictures - Graham Ashton
Tuesday 12th Sept. An early start with a keen eye on the skies this morning. The actual conditions and the forecast not quite matching up, but apart from the unavoidable wet roads all was relatively well as myself, Steve and Graham met at the usual spot and headed off for a now classic #grassupthemiddle breakfast …
Its no secret that both Paul and I have developed a real enthusiasm for the writings of Mr Charles Chadwick, I still find the early writings of the then seventeen year old Charlie hard to believe, the fact that it started almost a century ago only adding to the sense of amazement. Todays ride was …
A month or so ago I stumbled upon a genuine pot of gold! I didn't follow a rainbow, nor did I have to journey (Indiana Jones style) to any far flung exotic location. Charlie Chadwick is a name I was already vaguely familiar with. As a member of the 'Rough Stuff Fellowship' I was aware …
Grass up the middle CC 