Counting our large contingent amidst the thronging masses of Raft Race spectators at Totnes Plains proved an almost impossible task. A visual scan of the area for parked bikes had to suffice until we reached the upper reaches of the town, when exact numbers could finally be ascertained.

Unlike our two previous attempts at Rolster Bridge, we actually reached the destination today. There wasn't anything spectacular about the place, but it was rural and scenic - and peaceful until we arrived. More importantly, reaching it opened up new possibilities for the return route. We were able to explore some new and interesting lanes to Tigley. Almost as entertaining as the scenery, however, was the sight of Ken riding back along the lane in search of Julie. The last place he thought to look was at the front of the group, but that is where she was - she had actually overtaken him, and damaged his pride!

Philip Roberts provided the next bout of entertainment by getting a puncture. It was fixed speedily with the assistance of Dave Robinson, and a few moments later the two groups separated on the Totnes-Avonwick road. When the Buckfastleigh brigade finally reached home, poor Martin Luke still had to cycle all the way back to Newton Abbot - what a brave lad he is! Congratulations to all the new riders, who performed admirably. And we were pleased to welcome Michael Banks back to the fold, despite his unique talent for antagonising people!