There were a few mechanical adjustments at the top of Green Lane, but we were soon speeding down the track towards Caddaford - Martin reckoned several members wanted a pile-up. The next track was the one at Beaston. Fortunately the large muddy lakes had largely dried up, so it was possible to get through with nothing worse than slightly clogged mudguards. Dayle and Martin's coats were filthy, but they reckoned that was what tracks were all about!

Michael got a shock while descending the hill to Baddaford farm in the semi-darkness: a fox jumped out of a hedge and shot straight across the lane, missing his front wheel by just a few centimetres. If he'd been riding any faster he would probably have injured both himself and the fox.