After a pleasant evening at the hostel enjoying the warden's home-made flapjack and rambling through the nearby woodlands we were looking forward to a good ride on the Sunday. Most of us were not disappointed.

The track through the woods to Clifford Bridge was great fun on this occasion (it's not so good when it's muddy), but two of our number didn't seem to enjoy it much: Mark Moxham's knees had been giving him some problems so he turned for home so as not to risk further damage, and Martin Hills was a funny shade of green when he emerged at the other end of the woods. Martin's condition became worse as we proceeded along the track to Fingle Bridge, and when we had completed Hunters Path he had to call his parents out to collect him. It looked distinctly like gastro-enteritis, especially when he recovered within the predicted 24 hours!

The rest of us continued homewards across the moor via Chagford.