The midges were biting as we rolled into Shipley Bridge on this balmy evening, so we didn’t stop until we reached the dam itself, which was beginning to look on the low side. Dayle once again resisted the temptation to do a “bunny hop” off the dam wall.

Walking across the moor we couldn’t help noticing a group of walkers on the horizon near our marker post. When we eventually reached the spot we discovered that the top half of the post had been broken off and found some items of litter strewn about the ground. Some of the younger members immediately decided who the culprits were, picked up the litter and determined to pass it back to the walkers when we caught up with them. Michael pointed out that we couldn’t be sure it was them, and after further words of restraint they agreed to give them the benefit of the doubt. The walkers did appear somewhat unruly, however.

Disaster struck for poor Philip Stone as we made the final descent towards Cross Furzes: he went over the handlebars after trying to ride at speed along a groove in the path. He ended up with a few cuts and grazes, but was able to ride back to Crofters for surgery (a plaster actually).