This was one of those perfect, crystal-clear evenings (between the showers) when the countryside looked at its very best. The riverside track at Staverton offered a little mud, but not enough for some - we had to take the Beaston track diversion after Broadhempston. The net result of this was that Michael's already weak rear tyre-wall gave up the ghost with a loud explosion. The damage was such that four-wheeled transport had to be summoned, but the rest of the group relished the deep mud and eventually made it home through the twisty lanes.