Fred Lloyd by Roy Davies

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Fred Lloyd is good companion for any run, he is an erudite conversationist with an optimistic attitude to life, and has an apparent ability to do any repair by the roadside.

He started life in Newton-le-Willows, and served time as an electrician at a foundry, specialising in colliery maintenance. This was a works that did not buy equipment, they had the skill and capacity to make anything themselves that they required.

Fred had good grounding in cycle touring and camping being tutored by cyclists of the old school. One discipline he learned was how to read a map, pace himself out, and estimate his time of arrival accurately. This was an asset was very useful once, when he had to cycle straight through 258 miles – after camping on Mull – in order to be on time to start work on Monday morning.

At an early stage in his cycling career when aged sixteen, to make a Saturday morning start for camping, it was necessary to work a 48 hour shift first on maintenance down the mine. In those days of punctuality, even if only a minute late his companion had gone.

For many years every weekend was spent with the cycle campers, a membership drawn from across South Lancashire.

They had an 8 month camping season together with New Year and a Winter camp, hostels taking up rest of the year. There were splendid years when they welcomed  as friends  by farmers on some 40 private  sites, as indeed they were at the local hostelries, which they generally took over with piano and song. During this period, in the early fifties , on two occasions he toured Europe for six months.

With a companion he attended an early R.S.F. meet at Walton-le-Dale, and whilst they both done a fair amount of pass storming, the expert knowledge revealed by those present when slides were shown so overwhelmed them that they retreated and did not join till some later.

Raising a family, added to travelling at home and abroad with a new job curtailed his activities, till firstly he helped form Preston C.T.C., then in 1978 he was a founder member of Lancaster C.T.C., from this time he been an active Chairman of both section and D.A. He has built a reputation for heading interesting runs that are well planned, but not recommend for the fainted-hearted.

Retirement has given him and Pat more opportunities to plan expeditions and meet other groups, to extent they would require a biographer to record their travels.

Fred cannot resist the challenge of any unknown track, weather he is struggling with fences on Rannoch Moor, or one that simply finishes round a disused quarry.

He has a saying “ We may not know where we are, but we are never lost”. However, readers of Pat’s detailed articles will know how well she corrected this.

The above was first published in the January-February 1994 issue of The Rough-Stuff Journal a fitting tribute to Fred written by his best friend the late Roy Davies.

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