We headed out via the back roads to Stoke Gabriel and then along the river to Galmpton, where Gary left us to go and revise. It was agreed to try Galmpton Creek, so we followed the river and the footpath signs. Our dyslexic leader was good at reading the variations on these: "No Entry" and "Private". But not to worry, a patient landowner was on hand with a "Where the hell are you going? This is my garden".

We found the path along the beach and up through a field. Here some members managed to paint themselves with watery cow pats. On we went past the tied-up farm dog (trying to strangle himself in a desperate attempt to get at us), down to the quay at Greenway, back up the hill and then right, towards Maypool. Here we met Mr & Mrs Hatherly enjoying a pleasant Sunday afternoon ride away from their son.

We took the bridleway straight through somebody's private land. Having been directed to the correct path we paused for a drink from light green water bottles (see a previous sentence). Now we had to decide on a choice of pathways all clearly signposted. The decision was put to the vote and we went at some speed down the field to the next gateway. Here a naughty farmer had placed barbed wire on the other side so we had to climb over it. On we went down the path, which was now clear to see.

At the bottom was a herd of inquisitive cows. They seemed very pressing in their friendliness and were remarkably frisky. Our group started to back up the field with the hedge protecting them on one side and dragging their bikes in front of them. One member even managed to cross some barbed wire and started to walk along the top of the hedge. We could now see our path on the other side. The cows kept following us. Upon closer examination we realised, at some length, that these 'cows' were not quite what we had at first thought. This seemed to produce panic in one member who presumably thought he was a prize cow: he was gone, straight into the next safe field. Here we took a photo of our group and the 'cows'. At the top of this very steep field our prize Jersey then concluded his acrobatics display by demonstrating a back somersault complete with bike. He landed with the thud of the bike on top of him in a patch of stinging nettles!

At the top of the field we found an arrow hidden in the hedge, pointing in another direction! Having found the correct path we headed for home by a direct route as it was getting late.