Isle of Wight Scurry - 21st to 26th September
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Photos provided by various people
The South Wales
Rob and Bethan Jones - 1959 Velocette MAC
Bruce and Di Grant - 1943 Triumph 3HW
Stuart and Lesley Robson - 1956 Norton 99
Bill and Jean Phelps - 1925 Indian Scout
We set off for Lymington and
the ferry, on Friday the 21st. On the way we collected
Ian Young from his home in Berkeley as I'd promised to give him a lift
to the event. We had a nice easy drive to Lymington and made
the 4pm ferry and
were at the Orchards holiday centre by 5.30pm. Bruce and Di were
already there, having used the Red Funnel route from Southampton. Rob J
also caught the same ferry as us and brought his daughter Bethan as the
pillion passenger. Stuart and Lesley were on site before us with their
motor home, so we had a good representation from our section. Both Rob
and ourselves had hired a static caravan each from the site. The
Brighstone Holiday centre base that had been used for the past few
years had been sold and was not available to us for this year, so the
all new. Well not quite, as Jean and I had stayed there before in 1979
our caravan and family. Anyhow, the weather was a bit overcast, but not
raining as we booked in.
The evening consisted of a get together during an excellent
Fish and Chip meal put on by the take away caterers at the holiday
For the first time in ten years of riding
the Scurry, Saturday
dawned all grey and overcast. Jean opted not to go out, so I was riding
solo - isn't it amazing how well a bike runs when there is no one on
the back telling you to slow down. The others followed me, as we headed
into Newport to stage a public display for the bikes in St Thomas'
Square. We were due there by 10.30am and were to stay for a few hours.
During the time in the square the bikes were judged and the County
Press cup was presented to one of the two Douglases - not sure
which one - both were 1950 plus 90s. Whilst waiting we headed into the
church and their coffee shop, where we spent some time just chatting.
On leaving the church we found that it had started to rain, so we
decided that the afternoon run to the Arreton Craft village was a
non-starter. I must say that I have great respect for wet roads when
riding on skinny beaded edge tyres that are pumped up quite hard.
the ride back to base was not very enjoyable - however the rain had
eased off by the time we reached the Orchards site.
The evening was ours to do what we wished, so Jean and I, along with
Rob and Bethan headed for Freshwater and the Hong Kong express Chinese
restaurant. Most years Jean and I have eaten there and good it was, as
The day of the Scurry and the weather still didn't look very good, so
Jean and myself, along with Bruce and Di opted to go straight to Niton
and the Pub for the Sunday lunch in our van. Rob took Stuart and Lesley
in his car. For sure the lunch was very good, of course. Quite a few
hardy souls had ridden their bikes and there were a number in the car
park by the time we got there. After lunch the weather brightened so we
headed to Godshill and then on to the Arreton Craft Village that we had
missed the previous day. All new to Bruce and Di, as they had walked
the complete coastal path in the past, but had never ventured into the
interior of the island. Rob opted to head to Shanklin and Sandown where
took the following photo. what a difference from the morning.
The evening get together was in the meeting room above the take-away,
where we were provided with a light buffet that went down very well.
The mornings ride was out through Yarmouth to Fort Victoria
is situated on the North of the Island at Sconce point between
Yarmouth and the Needles. For once the sun was out as we all assembled
outside the site reception office and Ron gave us a riders briefing
we all set off on our bikes.
A nice easy run to Yarmouth and then on to
the turning to Fort Victoria.
After we had all assembled we
went up onto the top of the fortifications and Geoff Dean gave us an
interesting talk on the history of the fort. It wasn't long before we
back-tracked down the road to the Boathouse for a buffet lunch - which
was the same as last year, superb in every way. From the Boathouse we
headed to Kings Manor
farm to view the private Harry Ferguson Museum and collection. After
that interesting visit
we had a leisurely ride back to camp with the
evening being ours to do what we wished.
Today we assembled in the waiting area outside
reception for our visit to the Tank Museum on the Newport to Cowes
road. On the way, Brian Thomas managed to stall his pretty little R25
BMW and in kick starting the bike, didn't notice that it was still in
gear. Brian experienced a rather exciting moment, as heaving the bike
off the centre stand it tried to make a get away - he won the 'hard
luck' award for that.
We had visited the museum during the 2010 Scurry(seems like
only yesterday - doesn't time fly). Since then the museum had closed,
lain dormant for two years, and started up again. There were not so
many tanks etc on display this time but there was a very good
diorama of a war-time street with lots of shop windows etc to
look in. All designed to jog the memory into remembering and thinking
- 'I had one of those'. During our visit to the Harry Ferguson
collection, the day before, a raffle was held and won by Jon Anstiss -
his prize - a ride in a tank, see the following photos.
In the car park after our visit, there was the
first breakdown of the whole weekend - a Velo, of course, it
just wouldn't start and even our very own Velo guru couldn't coax it
into life. No doubt something simple, I expect. Back
at camp and the
evening consisted of a pretty super buffet, followed by one of Ian
Young's quizzes. Bruce and I formed a team and, blow me down we won,
a score of 43 out of 50. It was down to me to collect the trophy as
Bruce was pretending to be the shy retiring type. There were a couple
of awards to be made and one was for "the bike I'd like to take home".
Another surprise, as the Indian won with 8 votes - I was a bit slow as
I should have said to come and see me, as it was for sale.
The following day, and it was a case of catching the
10am ferry and taking Ian home to Berkeley, before crossing the bridge
getting home ourselves. I feel that the Isle of Wight section have the
event about right, no pressure at all, and an enjoyable four days in
good company, which was a nice way to round off the riding season - if
you've never been to the Isle of Wight, come along to the Scurry next