Peter was joining us this weekend, so Michael took him and Neil to Holne by car before the start of the ride. He did very well, and they had been waiting for more than half an hour when we finally met up with them near Huccaby Bridge.

The weather wasn't quite as warm as last year, but we were still able to enjoy throwing a Frisbee across the river. Inevitably some youngsters managed to get themselves soaked, but I suppose that's all part of the fun.

Once the dubious hostel meal had been consumed the rest of the evening was spent making a silly, three-minute horror movie about a boy being chased through the forest by an unseen monster. It was fun to make; you can judge for yourself whether it is fun to watch if you come to the Christmas Special social.

Sunday morning saw the beginning of the heat wave. We didn't feel too energetic, so we contented ourselves with riding the few miles to Princetown for a view of the prison and some hot chocolate and toasted tea cakes at the Foxtor cafe. The budgies, which have been on show in their huge cage at the back of the cafe for as long as anyone can remember, looked particularly attractive in the morning sunshine.

We could have ridden the long way home, via Cornwood and Ivybridge, but we fancied lunch by a moorland river so we rode homewards and stopped at Dunnabridge, near Hexworthy. We were all stung and scratched as we scrambled down the bank to the footpath, but the hour spent walking across the stepping stones was well worth the effort.