Selbourne Slog

Jon, Al and Billy-Bob arrived at the car park behind the Selbourne Arms within minutes of each other, and almost half an hour early. They were wired with the anticipation of tackling a route steeped in TCA folklore, but attempted only once in the modern era [Click this link for more background on the route, surrounding area and TCA lore, Ed.]. Jon and Paul quickly unpacked and put their bikes together as Al set up his camping stove and prepared tea and scones.

Jon shows off his new forks
at Al's mobile Cafe

Jon was particularly nervous - this would be the first time he would use his new suspension forks, and it perhaps would have been the last if Al hadn't spotted that they had been under-pressurised when they were fitted. Fortunately a fork pump was on hand and, with Billy-Bob calculating the load, Jon holding the bike and Al inflating, the job was done in a few minutes.

Tea, scones, last-minute tweaks out of the way and - just as the thoughts of the riders turned to the non-appearance of their forth Associate, John - Al's 'phone started ringing. The connection was bad but Al could clearly make out the words "...late... lost... back-roads... somewhere near Selbourne.. bloody GPS!..." . John arrived soon after at around 6.30pm and hastily put his bike together. For once he did not have nerve to complain about the tea.

Shortly we were heading out of the car-park on the brief drive out of the village on the country lanes to the northwest which lead to the first ascent, onto Selbourne Common. While we had had some rain in the previous few days we figured that the track would be in good condition. When we turned off the road though it was clear that this would be wishful thinking - the trail appeared as if a stampede of horses had passed through and the riders were soon pushing their bikes through the mud.

This would be the reoccurring theme of the riding in the wooded section - reasonable patches of riding punctuated by thick mud, exacerbated by heavily horse trodden sections. Both Al and John suffered minor 'offs' in the process of negotiating the quagmire, and Billy-Bob caught his calf rather badly as his foot slipped from his pedal. We stopped for a photo opportunity and a break when Billy-Bob spotted a young mole out in the middle of the trail - it was miraculous that Jon and Al avoided squashing the creature as they passed by earlier. John moved the mole to the undergrowth to save it from further close encounters. The ascent to the top of the nature reserve above Selbourne was a slog, but we were rewarded with a well-drained descent to the lane.

Descent through the Hangers

- a rare dry section of the ride

Following the road for a few hundred yards we soon turned off to pick up a farm track, and more punishing ascent. Al and John got their heads down and concentrated, but they could hear the two planners chatting away behind them. The nattering obviously took it's toll as the leading pair had got their breath back by the time the other two caught up. Bunched together again we followed the flatter section of the track until we emerged at another country lane, and the descent to Keyham Farm.

John and Al take a break....

...while Billy-Bob and Jon catch up.

The sharp descent by road joins a heavily worn single-track section and Al hit the intersection first. The track had been worn away since the last time the ride was attempted and Al nearly had another 'Nevis Range moment' when he got airborne as the path dropped away. The terrain here seemed a lot better drained but the path is obviously used to seeing high volumes of rain water run-off and is badly rutted in places.

Lion, Scarecrow and Tin Man

However, this heavily rutted track past Vann farm was the perfect challenge for Jon's new suspension and he was grinning from ear-to-ear. About half-way down this section, and as ancient custom and practice dictate, we stopped to admire the view across Prior's Dead Vineyard, and lend our own specific brand of fertiliser to the terroir. We continued on our way but all bottled out of attempting the final, near vertical drop onto the road.

The moderate ascent of the road up towards Hawkley offered the first real opportunity for a chat and the riders settled down to a more casual approach. The Hawkley Inn is another firm TCA favorite, generally offering a fantastic variety of beer and good food. As usual the choice had Billy-Bob and Al in a quandary, but the Thai Me Up by local brewers Irving obviously caught the eye. Sadly it also caught the taste buds when we were offered a try - "like ginger beer shandy" pronounced Billy-Bob - and we eventually plumped for the Dark Star Sunburst instead.

Toast to Absent Friends, The Hawkley Inn

Having chatted to a couple of smokers with a kiwi background, who kindly offered to take our traditional photo, we left the pub in high spirits. The ride takes us back down the road where we eventually peel off to tackle the most notorious climb of the route, up onto Empshott Green. Al warned John that this was likely to start off a little boggy and then ease into a muddy slog but even the veterans were suprised!

The mud was so thick you could
stand your bike up in it... literally

Wading through the first section we eventually managed to re-mount but Jon added insult to injury by falling head-long into a ripe crop of nettles, which uncharacteristically would cause him to complain all the way home. Emerging from the mud and nettles the track turned into a killer ascent which no one could negotiate without resorting to jumping off the bikes. We re-grouped at the top, panting heavily. John did not look as though he was enjoying himself much but Al reassured him that this was the start of the famous descent christened 'Badger Alley'.

Billy-Bob and Jon demonstrate the
'get off and push' technique

As if to add credibility to Al's assertions, but perhaps in reality only for the second occasion in the history of the ride, John actually spotted a young badger in the track! Sure enough, after a bit more of a mud-strewn slog on the level, the track gradually turned downhill.

In it's infancy this ride was notable for wrong turns, lost riders and general disarray. Not for the first time we sailed past the left-hand fork early in the descent. The drop back down Empshott nature reserve was tricky - quite fast but with the odd patch of sticky mud thrown in. John had a spectacular off which landed him inches from the embankment and a drop into the forest below the trail. The path eventually ran out as it reached a field and a five bar gate... which neither Al or Billy-Bob had seen before. With no map at hand it was left to a squint at the GPS and a mental retracing of steps before it was concluded that we should have taken the left-hand turn at the start of our long descent [Deviation from the planned route - dashed line - is shown on the map below, Ed.] John was not a happy camper - he was certainly not prepared to climb back up to the top. He voted for a quick dash across the field to pick up the road that lay in the distance but was overruled as Billy-Bob and Al unconvincingly attempted to pretend they knew exactly where they were, and that a suitable off-road alternative was close at hand.

This was more like it, Billy-Bob announced, just like the old days! John longed for the sanity of a guided tour. We traced the sticky, undulating single-track path which followed the bottom of the wooded nature reserve. We climbed gradually until the veterans recognised the point at which they joined the bottom section of Badger Alley - a track leading to the Selbourne road.

Safely back in the Selbourne Arms, with bikes packed into cars we sought the shelter of the local hostelry. The Selbourne Arms had stopped serving food but, much to the horror of the other riders, Al made a wholesome supper of two pickled eggs, a giant gherkin and a packet of ready salted crisps. Finishing our post-ride refreshment it was back into the cars and off in separate directions for home.

Route Map (click to enlarge):
Usual route is indicated by a dashed line
Elevation Profile (click to enlarge):

(Posted by: Al)

A Visit to Gilbert's Gaff

Route: Selbourne #1
Present: Ade, Al, Jon, Julie

For one member this was an emotional reminder of the halcyon days of the TCA when HQ was based at Hartley Mauditt. Regular rides from 'The Lodge' scoured the area for a good route, often ending in disappointment, disaster, disorientation and/or discomfort. Eventually we discovered that to the south there were rich pickings around Selbourne, and after months of honing the trail the Selbourne #1 Route became established as one of the classic rides. This week Al introduced the new-look team to a ride that is etched deeply into the annals of TCA history...

The group met up in the car park behind the Selbourne Arms (left), a favorite watering hole for TCA hikes of yore from The Lodge. This is free and conveniently positioned at the bottom of the Zig Zag path, a landmark cut into the hillside by Selbourne's most famous inhabitant, Gilbert White and his brother. The car park also has a public toilet which, rather bizarrely, automatically locks shut at 7pm; fortunately Ade had done his ablutions before the witching hour or we would have been a man down before a pedal was turned.

This being a special one-off ride we all arrived by car and Al regaled the newer recruits with tall tales of poor navigation, close encounters with wildlife and outrageous 'offs' from the history books as they geared up (above, right). He was also able to tell them a little bit about the local history and his admiration for Gilbert White, the celebrated naturalist and curate, who lived in the village, and for Laurence "I am just going outside and may be some time" Oates (who travelled with Scott on his ill-fated Antarctic expedition) in whose memory a museum is housed at 'The Wakes', White's restored house. Both surely would have approved of the spirit of adventure and respect for the environment fostered by the TCA. Gilbert White's House and gardens and The Oates Museum are well worth a visit, if only to visit the fabulous Tea Parlour which sells exceptionally good cakes based on 18th century recipes.

Tired of his stories the group set off just as the remaining members were deciding whether to shut Al in the self-locking toilets. North, through Selbourne, past Gilbert White's hallowed abode and on up to the approach to Selbourne Common (Map 1). There followed a slightly muddy slog up the hangers on a well-marked bridle path which somehow Ade and Jules came adrift of before the first junction. There followed an series of barked instructions from Al and Jon, at the top of the hill, before Jon spotted the missing party several hundred yards away in an adjacent field. A gap in the barbed-wire fence was found and the group reunited before continuing up the hill. While Al felt confident that he could remember the route from bygone days it was a good job that Jon had the presence of mind to put the correct O/S map in; the criss-crossed bridle paths and footpaths were soon offering distraction. Nevertheless, we picked our way down through the woods and off the hill again to join the Newton Valance road.

After a couple of hundred yards of tarmac we turned off the road and headed up Button's Lane, a track which slowly wends it's way up to Keyham Farm (Map 2). It was around this part of the route when Ade rather proudly proclaimed that this was the first ride on which he had encountered "adverse weather conditions". Jon and Al could hardly contain their amusement since, according to the TCA handbook, a calm, windless evening at 17 C , overcast with moderate drizzle by no means constitutes "adverse conditions"! The drop down from Keyham Farm, past Proirs Dean Vineyard (above, left) is a steep, technical section of the route, rutted by rain water with a number of sharp steps, which has seen numerous offs in the past. However, on this occasion we all made it onto the Hawkley road without incident.

Having reached the road there is a steady climb up to Lowergreen Farm (Map 3) and on to the Hawkley Inn (right). This is one of the TCA's 'all-time favorite' pubs and has been patronised on numerous walk and rides in the area: It sits on the Hanger's Way, another of the long distance paths executed by the TCA's crack Walking Team in the past. 'The Hawkley' always has a fine range of hand-pulled real ales and an extensive menu of reasonably-priced home-cooked food. [It pains me to say it but I cannot remember what type of beverages were selected as Jon got the round in but needless to say it was a cracking pint, Ed.]

The return route from Hawkley retraces the road route back past the turn for Button's Lane before taking a right turn (Map 2). We left the road at Empshott Green and climbed steeply up towards Noar Hill, cycling as far as we could before eventually dismounting to haul our bikes up the steep incline. By the time we got back on our bikes lights were required as the evening was gradually closing around the densely wooded section of the ride. After the initial right turn at the top of the hill we had to be careful not to miss the left turn at the next junction, following the hill up and round before the legendary descent down 'Badger Alley'. The track finally joins the road above Selbourne which drops sharply to the village to complete a satisfying circular route.

Despite the 19.7 mile round trip our early start meant that we had time for another swift pint in the Selbourne Arms while we conducted our debriefing session. Topics included: setting up an account with Wiggle ahead of the winter gear-purchase frenzy; the procurement of 2-way radios; our next victims for recruitment and the venue for next week's ride... watch this space. It was unanimously agreed that Selbourne #1 Route is a rival for any ride and resolved that we should definitely do it again in due course.

Hawkley Inn: The obligatory toast to absent members

Route Maps:

Key: Outward Route / Return Route

Map 1

Map 2

Map 3

(Posted By: Al)