We’ve already decided not to mention “Bathing Runs” and it looks as though we’ll have to abandon “Cawsand” as a runs destination if we are to placate the weather gods. Ignoring the dire portents when we examined the entrails of something or other (Jean said it was spaghetti on toast) we put Cawsand on the list for the second time this summer, and again it poured, though much to my surprise there were quite a number of other mad fools who ventured out.

We weren’t quite up to double figures, but getting on that way, and included a new rider from Totnes, Kevin Mitchell, who had already joined the CTC and come to join us after receiving the August Highwayman. Iris Buckler didn’t have to twist our arms too hard to get us to have our picnic at her house in Plympton, though there was a fair amount of sock “twisting” before we settled down to eat.

After lunch we squelched home.

(Colin Brierly)

[The attendance list for this ride is incomplete, and sadly no attendance records were kept for this period]