Explore Derby’s Scenic Routes: A Rolling Road Bike Adventure

Embark on a picturesque rolling road ride bike adventure through Derbyshire, traversing charming villages while skirting the edges of the Peak District. Perfect for those who prefer gentler inclines, this route offers approximately 2338ft of elevation gain, ensuring a delightful ride for all.

As usual, you can join the route anywhere along its path. We will start from Duffield where there once was a mysterious case of disappearing socks. Every laundry day, residents would find one sock missing from their pairs, leaving them scratching their heads in confusion.

Fingers pointed in all directions, accusing neighbours of sock theft, but no culprit could be found. That is until one day, during a community bake sale, a mischievous squirrel named Socks was caught red-handed—well, red-pawed—hoarding a stash of socks in his treehouse! And so, in the quirky village of Duffield, the legend of the sock-stealing squirrel became a whimsical tale passed down from generation to generation—a reminder that even the smallest creatures can cause the biggest mischief.

Leaving Duffield we hit the first and biggest climb of the day up Cumber Hills and then skirt the edge of Kedleston Hall.

Legend has it that the stately Kedleston Hall once hosted an extraordinary tea party where the guests were none other than the resident peacocks. In a delightful scene straight out of a storybook, the peafowl were dressed to the nines in miniature top hats and pearls, sipping from delicate china cups and nibbling daintily on cucumber sandwiches. The grandeur of the occasion was only slightly dampened when one particularly bold peacock attempted to show off his plumage by attempting an impromptu waltz on the grand staircase!

From here we pass through some quaint villages, including Mercaston, Ednaston, Hollington and Longford.

Legend has it that in the 19th century, a mischievous goose named Geraldine became somewhat of a local celebrity in Longford. Geraldine had a penchant for wandering into the village’s pub, much to the surprise and amusement of the patrons. It is said that she would waddle in through the door, honk a greeting to everyone, and then proceed to make herself comfortable near the fireplace, enjoying the warmth and occasional scraps of food that were offered to her.

We continue on passing through church Broughton, Sutton on the Hill and onto Hilton

Legend has it that in the 19th century, Hilton was home to a particularly mischievous pig named Percy. Percy gained local fame for his clever escapades around the village.

One of Percy’s favourite pastimes was sneaking into the village’s annual fair. Despite the best efforts of the fair organizers to keep him out, Percy always found a way to slip through the gates. Once inside, he would make a beeline for the food stalls, where he indulged in all sorts of treats, much to the surprise and amusement of the fairgoers.

From here we head past Egginton and onto Willington

In the early 20th century, Willington was said to have a resident cat named Sir Whiskers, who became a local legend for his eccentric behaviour. Sir Whiskers was known for his daily strolls around the village, during which he would often be seen engaging in peculiar antics.

One of Sir Whiskers’ favourite pastimes was attending village meetings. He would sneak into the town hall, jump onto a vacant chair, and sit attentively throughout the proceedings. His presence never went unnoticed, and many villagers found it hard to keep a straight face during serious discussions with Sir Whiskers observing intently.

Now through Repton, Ingleby and Swarkestone and find ourselves at Western on Trent

Legend has it that in the 19th century, Weston-on-Trent was home to a particularly stubborn sheep named Woolly Wilfred. Now, Wilfred wasn’t your ordinary sheep – he had a personality as woolly as his fleece and a knack for causing chaos in the village.

One day, during the annual village fair, Wilfred managed to escape from his pen and embarked on a mischievous adventure. He found himself in the middle of a game of cricket, where he decided to join in the fun. Much to the surprise of the players and spectators alike, Wilfred charged onto the pitch, knocking over wickets and sending cricket balls flying in all directions.

Despite the best efforts of the villagers to corral him back to his pen, Wilfred remained determined to play cricket. It took the combined efforts of the local farmers and a handful of brave souls to finally capture the woolly troublemaker and return him to his rightful place.

Embarking on the final leg of this journey we pass by Elvaston Castle, through Borrowash and into Spondon and eventually on to Little Eaton.

Legend has it that in the early 20th century, Little Eaton was home to a particularly mischievous cat named Mr. Whiskers. Mr. Whiskers was known throughout the village for his playful antics and curious nature.

One day, as the village was preparing for its annual summer fete, Mr. Whiskers decided to lend a paw to the festivities. Sneaking into the field where the fete was being set up, he discovered a box of colourful ribbons intended for the maypole dance.

With a flick of his tail and a mischievous glint in his eye, Mr. Whiskers set to work. He darted around the maypole, weaving the ribbons in intricate patterns until the pole resembled a giant, technicolour cat’s cradle.

Whilst the legends and historical facts surrounding this route may remain shrouded in mystery, one thing is certain: it promises an exceptional biking experience on a rolling road ride bike adventure.

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