Remembrance Sunday Ride 9th November 2025

Group of people riding
Cycling UK Louth Remembrance Sunday Ride 9th November 2025. 
In remembrance to all those fallen in conflict.
 
Ride Report: John Rickett.
A good turnout this morning for the Remembrance Sunday ride to Fotherby and then on to Wold Newton.
Meeting up at 10.00 for a 10.10 departure were Rob Cook, Alan Hockham, Paul Linder, Chris Owen, Ty Harness, John Rickett and with Tim to see us off. The weather couldn't have been better today for the time of year, bright blue skies and a light southerly wind.
 
Our route took us through the Brackenborough bends to Little Grimsby, so as to arrive shortly before 11.00 for the simple service in the centre of Fotherby. Tim also attended, though travelling by car and then walking to the meet the assembled villagers. Our group is always welcomed, even though not dressed appropriately, no-one seems to mind, recognising that it’s the act of remembrance that is important. 
 
Following the two minute silence, with the transmission of the Cenotaph service being relayed from a car radio, Group Captain (Rtd) Brian Clark recited Lawrence Binyon's 'They shall not grow old' poem before laying a wreath at the poppy-dressed memorial spot. 
For us that's the end of proceedings, the villagers are welcomed to walk to the church for a further service, having paid our respects we set off for Utterby and the climb of North Ormsby hill to Wold Newton. Having left the low lying land in sunshine, we were into mist at the top of the hill. It perhaps wasn't the climb as the mist, and general dankness had crept in by the time of our return.   
 
The ladies at Wold Newton were once again working at full stretch by the time of our arrival, no inside seating available and only a couple of tables to be had outside as well. Luckily, Tim had arrived before us and bagged a table sheltered by a fence so it was warm enough, just. A couple of the group selected hot soup with the others not wanting to pass the opportunity for the renowned cakes.
 
After the refreshments, we continued north out of the village for the easy climb nearly to the Clickem Inn and then turned south to follow the top road through Swinhope Brats, Kelstern Memorial and North Elkington.
 
No spills or mishaps to report and nobody's leg to pull either, though it’s obvious our leader is itching to get fully recovered so that he can practice again his report writing skills!
 

For the Fallen

By Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

 

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

 

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

 

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

 

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

 

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 

To the end, to the end, they remain.

 

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By timnewbery

Updated on Sunday 09 November 2025

Parent group: Cycling UK Louth