Our now regular group of youngsters pushed hard up the long climb from Dean, so it wasn't long before we were riding the rough track that leads on to the open moor of Skerraton Down. It was another perfect evening, and most of these youngsters had never ridden anywhere quite as magnificent as this stretch of moorland. Sheep watched us as we rode the final climb to the ridge. From here we could see for miles around in all directions.

The downhill track to Cross Furzes was another new experience for our youngsters, thrilling in the setting sunshine. Jodie finished on a bad note when she tried to ride across the stone footbridge and ended up falling in the water, but there was no real harm done. Returning to the road once again Abi ran into trouble when we hit a stretch of newly-laid chippings half way down Wallaford Road. Mum was there to patch things up however and everyone was in high spirits by the time we returned to the start.