Confusion reigned supreme this morning when Michael was late at the Buckfastleigh start (yes, later than usual Seb). Richard Hopper was a little late as well, thought Michael had gone and went on to Totnes. Michael and Neil found the start deserted and decided to travel to Totnes by car. When they arrived they found Richard trying to ring Michael to see where he was. Michael promised not to be late again.

We took the easy route to Slapton Sands, making excellent speed. A shower caught us as we got to Torcross, so we treated ourselves to pizza and chips in the Sea Breeze restaurant, a very comfortable establishment. Dan had the nerve to ask if he could eat his sandwiches inside, and seemed surprised when he received a firm refusal from the proprietor.

We completed lunch on the now-sunny beach, throwing in more than a pinch of tomfoolery to round of the meal. Michael, remembering a treacle tart he had purchased from the Inn a year or two ago, decided to try another today and found it far less appetising than he had expected. Just before we left some of the youngsters decided to inspect the tank (a relic from the second world war now permanently on display near the beach) and left Michael to do battle with the officious bloke who told them to get off.

The steeply-sloping fields above the track from Slapton to Strete were swarming with wild rabbits this afternoon. At first glance they were invisible, but if you watched closely for a while you noticed little white bobtails almost everywhere. We returned via Forces Cross - where the cafe appeared totally deserted - and Corkscrew Hill.