Isle of Wight Scurry - 23rd to 28th September
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Photos provided by various members of the team.
Terry and Dylis, along with Jean and myself headed for Lymington and
the 1pm ferry, whilst John and Ruth had opted for the Red Funnel
crossing from Southampton to Cowes. We were soon all at Brighstone
on the south west coast of the island, which was to be our base for the
Scurry event. The weather was glorious, as you can see from the view
from our chalet:
The evening consisted of a get together and an organised evening meal
the camp restaurant.
weather was quite blustery but sunny today as we set of at 10am to ride
into St Thomas square, Newport to display our bikes to the public for 3
all the bikes had arrived we set off to the "God's Provident
House" tea room at the end of the square, the roof of which was a bit
like a garden:
Newport, at around 2pm, we moved on for a visit to Godshill,
is a pretty chocolate box village in the middle of the island. Mind you
it is a bit 'touristy', with too many thatched roof shops selling all
the usual tourist tat. However, the village does have some good eating
houses, I'm pleased to say.
Godshill it was a nice quiet ride back to camp along the coast
'military road'. We were all at a loose end for the evening so booked a
table in the Three Bishops pub for an evening meal, which turned out
not to be as good as we had had the previous year. Just goes to show
that a change of Chef can change standards, this time for the worse.
was the day of the Scurry and we were all issued with route sheets.
Prior to leaving, Ron Wallis, the event main organiser, gave us all a
drivers briefing. Seen at the start:
The route took us towards the west of the island before doubling back
to the Chequers Inn in Rookley for a Sunday lunch
afternoon Scurry was a touch shorter than the morning and we all made
it back to base in style. The evening consisted of a rather good buffet
in the camp restaurant, followed by a showing of two short films - one
of last years Scurry and the other of the IOW section visit to
Brooklands. I finished the evening off by showing the video of the 2003
Anglo-Dutch. All films were well received.
we had a late start - 12 noon, and the weather didn't look too good,
however, after a bit of early drizzle it cleared up. The run today took
us to the Winter Gardens in Ventnor. The group was to follow the leader
to Ventnor and my only problem was that the leader set off at such a
pace along the Military Road that I had to push my Indian too hard for
my liking and it wasn't long before the three bikes in front had
disappeared. Obviously not much thought given for the older stuff,
which was a shame. Luckily, we all ended up at the same destination. We
thought that the visit was to
the Botanical gardens in Ventnor and were slightly surprised when we
arrived at the Winter Gardens hotel. Just shows how you can read
something incorrectly and get totally the wrong impression. Anyway,
after a hot chocolate, coffee, tea, etc, we had a walk along the
seafront of Ventnor before starting the bikes and heading back to camp.
Having had a poor meal in the Three Bishops we opted for the Wight
Mouse Inn in Chale for the evening and this time we weren't
disappointed. The standard was much better than that of the Three
Bishops, two nights previously. Just how our John managed to put away
two large plates of profiteroles, I don't know, but he did, in style.
The weather today didn't look too good and we were to head for Ryde on
the other side of the Island, so we set of in John's car, as Ruth and
Dilys had opted not to partake. Across the Island and we were the first
to arrive at the Bus Museum in Ryde, for our visit. The Museum was
previously sited in
Newport and had relocated to Ryde, taking over the old Southern Vectis
bus depot. Soon others started to arrive, some in cars and some on
bikes. Outside the depot was a Bristol double decker and we were to be
treated to a ride around the town. We eventually ended up on the coast
road and after passing through Spring Vale came upon a car accident. It
had only just happened and it seems that a Mercedes, parked on the
of the road, had started to pull out as another car was coming towards
it, obviously at speed, as the collision had flipped the small car
The next problem was how to do a three-point turn in the road with a
double decker. In the end, the driver reversed back down the road and
backed into a side road, whilst our John shouted some directions. We
then retraced our steps to the Museum for our guided tour of the
From the Bus museum we headed to Bembridge fort for a guided tour,
booked for 2pm. The
fort was built in the mid 1800's in the shape of a stretched hexagon.
It is surrounded by a ditch that was protected by three
Carboniers(think that's how it is spelt), one is seen in the ditch in
one of the photos and is intended to be manned to protect the ditch.
The fort has had a chequered life and has recently been taken over by
the National Trust, who are gradually cleaning it up and restoring it.
Today there is a business occupying part of the inner courtyard.
Anyhow, we had guided tours booked and on arrival signed in. We then
had an unfortunate incident in that 'Tony', who booked us in, started
call our names to divide us into two groups. I reckoned that he must
have been a school master during his working life and he made us all
feel like little children the way he talked to us. It upset our John
who walked out, as he is a National Trust member and didn't like being
talked down to in such a manner. Must say that I agree with that view.
Anyway, the two groups soon started their tours and they were very
interesting and lasted nearly two hours.
Back at base we had a get together at 7.30pm to present the trophies,
with the 1937 Blue Rudge of Peter Clacy winning the "bike I'd like to
take home" trophy. Farewells were said and were followed by Reg's
famous golf game to round off the evening.
Time to leave, John and Ruth on the Red Funnel ferry, Terry
and Dilys along with Jean and I on the 10am Yarmouth crossing. We had
volunteered to give Ian Young a lift back home to Berkeley, just North
of Bristol, as he was waiting for a clean bill of health to be able to
drive again after his heart attack. Ian was on foot and had caught
three trains to get to the Isle of Wight event, so as we were heading
way, we decided to save him the tortuous journey back home. All in all,
a great four days in good company. Here's to next year.