The weather was perfect for our ride to Salcombe. We arrived in plenty of time for supper, and this year we were given a dormitory overlooking the sea. The usual walk along the coastal path to Starehole Bay provided much entertainment.

When Sunday dawned the rain was pouring from the heavens. Michael obtained the BBC Radio Devon weather forecast by ringing home at 9.30 and having the receiver placed near the radio. Things were predicted to brighten up during the afternoon, but we would never get home if we waited at Salcombe until then. There was no choice: we had to ride.

The ferry to East Portlemouth is a small boat that can just manage five bikes and riders at a time. When the first group had crossed they made good use of the open-air cafe overlooking the beach while the ferryman went back for the second load. It was during a subsequent dash to the beach that Neil slipped on the green wood of the jetty, landed on the sand two metres below and cracked two ribs. He was in considerable pain for a while, but was able to continue with the ride after a lengthy rest.

The thought of the warm cafe at Slapton kept us well motivated for the next hour or two. When we arrived, however, the cafe was filled to capacity and the rain was still as cold and heavy as ever. We made the best of the take-away counter and set off homewards as soon as possible.

The rain finally stopped as we neared Diptford: we were already wet so we didn't deviate from our homeward course.