Blackmore Vale Cycling Club
Saturday 16 March 2019
Fearless Five Fight the Force Forty Five mph winds, led by Roger.
Roger was recovering from a lingering cold, anticipating an early return home when we arrived at Dikes in Stalbridge. Within a few minutes it was evident this would be a less well attended ride. Ed, Charlie, Mary, Jill and our leader.
We set off the classic way, floundering in the gusty bouts of wind, towards Stourton Caundle but the first diversion our leader took was down towards Goat Hill, a sharp bend and up again. A long grind up Holt Hill with a cross wind for company brought us eventually to cross the A3030 at Bishops Caundle. The wind still knocking us sideways, we ploughed on to Glanvilles Wootton, admiring the topiary Scottie dog with its pup on the verge. Crossing the Dorchester road through the lanes to Mappowder, the wind was now behind and wooooo we sped along the lane, doubled back with side wind again up to Park Gate and on to Droop. We felt a little droopy by now, constantly battered and blown beside gateway gaps, and I certainly began to wonder why I was there….However, not much further and another swoop into Ibberton.
A special side room with the table laid for 8 – 10 had been allocated, the beer was tasty and not pricey and an excellent menu – especially for cyclists, meant lunch was cheerful and satisfying. Sorry for those who missed it – do go it was excellent. Mary enquired about the ancient door into the bar – listed apparently, and the old part of the pub is over 500 years old!
Now the fun started, a little rise through Belchalwell Street, and a glorious tail wind propelled us furiously down to Okeford Fitzpaine. I was doing 32 mph and Mary well ahead of me….never has my speedometer been consistently over 20 mph for so long! Another roll round and down to Shillingstone, on to Child Okeford, Farrington and eventually the Orchards and Manston. Twisty roads and lanes briefly exposed us to side winds but we were rolling by now!
Mary left for Todber and home as the now fearless four battled back into the wind to Marnhull.
Forty miles, not the highest mileage, however it was hard earned, quite a lot enjoyed, especially the golden PRs for Strava in the tail winds, and best of all, our leader did it all, from the front – Hurrah, he’s better.
Jill Halton’s version of the day.
Saturday 9 March 2019
So what do I know?! Ken and I set off for Child Okeford happy in the assumption that the forecast wind of up to 40mph would have put off most sensible riders. Wrong! 19 people turned up at the Gold Hill café – and for future gatherings, they open at 10am and NOT before. Thanks to Mike A for generously having the puncture 2 miles short of the café which meant there were no more on the rest of the ride! I rang the pub with 15 for lunch which was more than anticipated but they said they would ‘sort us out’.
Roger went home to nurse his ongoing cold leaving myself, Ken, Dave, Lorraine, Mary, Jenny, Charlie, Jill, Ron, Richard, Jackie, Martin, Doc David, Ed, Paul, Ben, Mike A and Mike P.
We went to the Trailway and rode to Stourpaine, except Mike P who kept to the road. This was my first experience of riding the Trailway which offers a safe route to Blandford. We rode up through the grounds of Bryanston School – launching ourselves off their abundance of sleeping policemen. Paul had previously mentioned that it is of course private land, so as I ring bells at the school church, I thought I’d pull a few strings…..well, ropes, obviously(!) and actually got permission. In the event, not a security man to be seen!
We crossed the meadows behind the brewery – I slightly missed the track as my mind was taken up with concern for Ben whom I thought was going to lose his head on the height restriction bar – which he sensibly routed around! Onto Langton Long and then the Tarrant valley where Ron departed for home. Keeping count of a group which exceeds the number of fingers and thumbs is even harder when I forget to include the leader…..Note to self!
Groans then cheers when some realised that we weren’t taking the hill to Witchampton – all except Richard who continued up it to lunch with friends in Gussage All Saints.
At the pub Ken left in the car which we had pre-positioned as he was providing lunch for his son who had been running the Larmer Tree half marathon. The Langton Arms proved to be a good lunch stop and we were accommodated in the bar. Soup and baguettes were the main choices and all agreed the food was good quality although the beef baguettes took a while to come – obviously Tarrant cattle are hard to lasso!
Remember that hill we didn’t take? Well we did after lunch and went via Witchampton and Moor Crichel to the Gussage valley and up to Farnham on some small quiet roads, and a mere splash of a ford. Approaching Farnham the whole peloton was stopped in its tracks…by a shed driving down the single track road. Not something you see every day and disappointingly not Ken arriving with the tea and cakes!
Having been lucky with a tailwind for most of the ride, we finally encountered it en-route to Ashmore. Thanks (again) to Mike A for breaking wind ahead of me….I believe that’s the correct term?
The final drag up from Ashmore was pretty cruel, but when returning from the east there are few choices. Down Fontmell Hill to our house must be one of the roughest roads to ride, nearly warranting a dental appointment!
We all shoe-horned into the kitchen for a tea and cake injection before folk headed for home. Ken ran a Fontmell to Child Okeford taxi service for Lorraine who had left her car at the café, but did really well not to bail out at lunch and Paul who has been nursing a bad ankle. Not satisfied with the cycle ride, Jenny started the day with a Park Run and left to go swimming….Phew!
Thanks to all for coming along and for my ‘Virgin Lead’ certificate.
I’m off for a lie down in a quiet, darkened room……
Following a week of fine weather the second day of official meteorological spring was looking good for a really enjoyable Saturday ride as Charlie and I set off for Wincanton. We met up with Lorraine and Ed on the far side of Buckhorn Weston with promising blue skies breaking through as we continued on to Morrisons in Wincanton.
Unfortunately not a full club turnout for this Saturday ride, Mary, Ron & Ben joined us over a cup of tea and our usual team photo before the 10:30am start. On Friday I had completed a recce of my proposed route to check for road conditions and possible closures.
On leaving Wincanton we set off in a north westerly direction towards Shepton Montague into a 20 mph prevailing breeze and with an ambient temperature of around 10° C. Only 5 of us now as Lorraine & Ed were heading off home, there seemed to be a major problem with Ed’s back wheel bearing/freewheel and Lorraine was just pleased to be getting a few miles in after some time off the bike. The route continued on through Bruton and crossed the busy A37 at Wraxall, I’m afraid to say that on more than one occasion I was sworn at for setting an adventurous pace! However, just on the far side of East Pennard I did warn my depleted peloton that they were about to hit a steep descent with a very poor road surface which was to be followed by a ford crossing and that it would be a good idea to take to the adjacent footbridge. In the event the only person to take any notice of my advice was Ben. Mary, Ron & Charlie just flew through the ford at full speed (they will get their comeuppance at some point, mark my words)! We continued on through the small village of Pilton of ‘Glastonbury Pop Festival’ fame, the impressive Norman and Medieval village church is dedicated to St John the Baptist, and may stand on the site of an earlier wattle and daub church built by the early missionaries. The road through village has a sharp bend with a steep incline around the church, I did advise my peloton that it would be a good idea to engage a low gear, this time I think they were glad to heed my advice. Shortly after Pilton we said goodbye to Ron as he turned off for home and an afternoon catching up his viewing on Eurosport. The run into Glastonbury took us down onto the Somerset levels and along ‘Long Drove’, the road is unusual because it is completely flat and straight for over 2 miles with large drainage ditches on both sides, to our left we had good views of Glastonbury Tor.
On reaching Glastonbury our lunch stop was at ׳The Who’d A Thought It ׳ Pub on Nothload Street. The pub’s name is just as unusual as the interesting collection of old enamel signs on the ceiling. We all sat at an appropriate table because attached to the ceiling directly above us was an old Raleigh enamel bike shop sign over which was hung a vintage rusty single speed bicycle. The food and service was very good, although, I could not help glancing up at that old rusty bike thinking that I was glad I never had to revolve it’s pedals!
The return route was a lot easier going with a very acceptable tail wind at times. Our route took us through Butleigh, Keinton Mandeville and Lydford-on-Fosse. Shortly afterwards Ben turned off to follow a more direct route home, the remaining 3 of us turned left at Galhampton and scaled the last real climb towards Blackford. Mary turned left in North Cheriton for her route back to Shaftesbury whilst Charlie and I continued onto Stalbridge. The stats for the route starting from Stalbridge was: – distance: 100k(62 miles); Ascent: 977m; Riding time: 4hrs 51 mins.
Thank you all for an enjoyable ride.
Saturday 23 February 2019
Fifteen riders assembled at the Gold Hill café in Child Okeford for the ride to Sturminster Marshall. Lorraine had just come for coffee so fourteen set off through Okeford Fitzpaine. Ascending the foothills of Okeford Hill Roger developed a loose crank (blame the bike builder?) so he and Jill turned back. The remainder kindly waited for me in the mist at the top as I pushed my bike up the steep bits. Keith turned back at this point. Ron and his son-in-law turned off in Turnworth towards Bulbarrow (was there cycling on TV?), and shortly afterwards Ed left us in Winterbourne Stickland. So seven and a half miles and I had already lost six riders. As the sunshine broke through the remaining eight enjoyed the downhill ride following the Winterbourne valley to Red Post. Crossing the A31 the route circled through lanes to Morden. Circumnavigating the Drax estate brought us back to the A31 where heavy traffic delayed our crossing. Then it was a short level ride to The Red Lion where the landlord had set a private table for us in the dining room. There we found Roger and Jill who had found the right sized Allen key in the railway workshops in Shillingstone and then taken a shorter route via the trailway – an elaborate way of avoiding Okeford Hill. Also waiting for us was Caroline who was playing her usual tag-team match with Ken. The service was excellent, with our drinks order being taken at the table, and the food was delicious. A good venue for future visits. Ken left in the car and the augmented ten then followed the Stour cycle route until branching off up the Tarrant valley. We made good time until Stubhampton where we started the long drag up to the ridge. Once again the leader became the back marker. Descending the hill to Iwerne Minster Mary had to use her brakes (a rare occurrence) as she was being held up by two cars who would not let her overtake. Shortly afterwards Caroline and Mary turned for home, soon followed by Charlie, Roger, Jill, Dave, Mike A and Ben, leaving myself and David W-M to complete the ride. My thanks to Mary for acting as back marker.
An enjoyable ride in perfect weather with no punctures – on England’s defeat by Wales marred the day.
Saturday 16 February 2019
What a dirty trick! Friday was beautiful, sunny and warm, as I drove around my projected tour. Today was quite nice too: got a bit dark in the middle, but it brightened up.
On Saturday morning however, it was a different story — dark, dreary and soggy. I drove through some drizzle too as I made my way to Charlie’s in my mud-coloured Transit. Was in a gloomy mood by the time I set foot on his drive, but unable to run away (as it was my ride after all). We set off, just the two of us (Mickey Bigknickers having got up at something like 3am to go off to Cardiff — Probably for a proper drenching) and made it to the rendezvous early (by minutes just), only to find several enthusiastic members of S C Cycling Club (Stalbridge Crumblies) already present – Ed (who’d come especially to begin his training for a pb attempt at this year’s Coast To Coast), Lorraine Ron (Torchy – The Battery Boy) and Keith. Roger and Jill, Ben and Mary arrived a little later: ten of us. An exceptional turn-out for one of my rides!
Sensible people around us were cosily stuck into great big, beautiful, huge, delicious looking breakfasts and enjoying the site and heat of a glorious log fire in the stove —-I expect they would sensibly go home afterwards and emulate the actions of a python whilst the blood-flow deserted their extremities and attempted nobly to digest that perfect-looking meal. We meanwhile gazed on enviously and sucked our drops of tea and coffee and bits of cake: thought how much we DIDN’T want to go bicycling — That fire could have become a friend for life for me!
Lorraine and Keith left us at the start, whilst we went back along past Dykes, left up the hill and out towards Stourton Caundle, then right up Goathill. There were carpets of mud and blackthorn clippings all over the road, but, miraculously, nobody got a single “puncha” during the entire ride. Down to Milbourne Port crossroads and off to Charleton Horethorne, where a general stripping of layers occurred and Ed obviously lost his temper enough to hurl his phone on the road. Didn’t work though, he couldn’t break it! —Should have given it to us, we’d have sorted it! Left fork at the café, over plenty of mud (nobody off) and down that long descent to Blackford and then South Cadbury and on towards Rosie’s, where Jill and Roger left us. On to Sparkford. Met Steve Way (getting his money’s-worth out of his new club shirt) and his group, travelling in the opposite direction.
After that I took everyone one round the back of Sparkford Services (fell off, much to a passing motorist’s amusement. Hope he drove into a wall soon afterwards!) Through Queen Camel and past West Camel, Bridgehampton and left past Yeovilton Naval Station and then left again through Yeovilton village. I thought this bit was really pretty and probably none of the folk from Dorset would know it. I was wrong, of course —– “oh, we know this road!” Pooof!
At this point it became evident that I had over-egged the ride, for this time of year, and Montacute was be shelved, in favour of Hamish’s, directly. Ben took over navigation and led us right through the middle of Yeovil town to get back en route at North Coker; and after that, past the end of Sutton Bingham Reservoir and Goose Thingy farm to Hamish’s for a mid afternoon lunch. Big lunch for Ben, as he had finished his ride and was going back into Yeovil and home. Everyone else ate more sparingly except Charlie, who was seduced by “A Cherry Danish” which did look delicious. Ron ate Charlie’s soup, so he had to have “a substitute”, which turned out to be toooo hot to eat quickly and involved drowning gurt lumps of breaded chicken in it (Yeurk!). trouble was it was so hot that he began to feel guilty about holding us up —Consequently his voluptuous pastry was handed out to the drooling masses: poor chap.
Journey back! —- Mary wanted to get back in a hurry and everyone was bothered by the thought of having to night ride, so “quickest route”! —- which happened to coincide with mine — through Yetminster, past Leigh and on towards Bishops Caundle, which I was dreading because the legs had gone, Ed’s as well — we were doing sneaky walks up the worst hills: Bishops Caundle might have necessitated an “ambulance made for two” or even a man with a top hot and black-coated retinue. So Mary, Charlie and Ron took us, kindly, round the south of Stalbridge and in the easy way.
I couldn’t have been happier to see Charlie’s driveway and my battered old Transit.
Just an observation — From the smell that greeted me when I opened the van this morning, to get the bike out, that hill shouldn’t have been named after a goat; no, another creature!
Thankyou one and all! — Micky Drippin
Saturday 9 February 2019
When I awoke on Saturday morning the rain was lashing against the window and I thought I may be in for a Billy-No-Mates ride, but by the time I had finished breakfast the rain had stopped and the wind had dropped. Just as I was about to leave home Richard N was on the phone to say he had just got his bike out and he had a puncture and would join us for lunch.
On mounting my bike for the short ride to Orchard Park I discovered that the previous day’s gym session which was the first for a number of weeks had left me with painful bum, but I was under the illusion that the ride would ease the discomfort. I would pay for this later.
On arrival at the Orchard Park I met Chairman Paul having ridden though a downpour and stating he was only there for the coffee. Apparently the Six Nations Rugby was taking a much higher priority than my ride. We were shortly joined by Lorraine having come by car, Ron, Charlie, Mike and surprisingly Robin and finally Mary who was on her first weekend ride since her bike accident on New Year’s Day.
After the mandatory photo five of us set off on the ride with Robin returning home. The rain held off as we made our way by a very roundabout and lumpy route to Stourhead managing to ensure Mary’s very clean bike would take on, shall we say, its more unkept appearance by lunch. After avoiding the muddy shortcut past Stourhead House we passed Kilmington, down Druley Hill where Ron left us, the call of a cycle race on tele being greater than lunch. We then turning right for Upton Noble whereupon it started to hail and then rain but luckily it had stopped by the time we reached the village. There then followed the long descent to our lunch venue at the “At the Chapel” in Bruton..
We entered to find Richard seated at our reserved table having been there since midday. One look at the menu and the prices indicted why we don’t frequent the establishment that often. I should have known with it being situated in a very small town surrounded by three public schools.
Richard had ordered before us and being the Yorkshire man he is, selected one of the cheapest items on the menu which turned out to be a microscopic goat’s cheese starter. This gave us the incentive to study the menu more closely and we elected for soup or pizza. Richard left us at this point saying he was off home for lunch but we surmised he was really going to raid his stock of out of date Mars Bars in his saddle bag.
During lunch we decided we would not follow my planned route via Blackford but head directly towards Wincanton. Having sat on a hard bench for an hour in the café my bum was now really telling me that it didn’t want to get back on the bike but as leader I really had to grin and bear it. So off we went via Pitcombe and into the wilds of a very lumpy Somerset countryside towards Stoney Stoke. I then took the route via Barrow to Gillingham while the remainder headed off to Wincanton. Having left me I understand that Mary then had a puncture, but at least she had the clubs two top puncture repairers with her so she only had to supervise the repair.
I arrived home to see the first sign of rain on the windows so we had made the right decision in shortening the route.
I covered 63.17km (39.17mile) and 781m in elevation gain.
Saturday 26 January 2019
Following some dire weather forecasts during the week I was pleasantly surprised on Saturday morning when the temperature was 8 Deg and it wasn’t raining. On arrival at Orchard Park in Gillingham there were a few keen riders already there. During coffee Rodney and Sarah from the Gillingham Wheelers also joined us. Those in attendance were Sally and Lorraine by car Robin on his bike (good to see you back on it Robin), Charlie, Ron, Ed, Keith, Richard N, Ben, Jackie, myself, Rodney and Sarah.
At 10.30 nine riders (Robin was going home through Gillingham and Richard N was making his own way to Sherborne) set off down Cole street Lane and across the main road towards Eccliffe, under the Viaduct and up to the Ridge where Keith left us. The rest carried on across the A30 to Fifehead Magdalen and made our way to Stalbridge where Ed turned off towards home in Marnhull. After the climb out of Stalbridge followed by a nice downhill stretch we turned off towards Stourton Caundle and made our way through some muddy lanes to come out in Alweston and on to the busy A3030 then right onto the A352 and the fast downhill run into Sherborne. Lunch was at Oliver’s café which was very good and arrived quite quickly. After a political discussion about the dreaded B word we set off again towards the A30. Ben headed for Yeovil and Richard N made his own way back to Wincanton. The remaining 6 of us turned off the A30 up the steep and muddy lane to Milborne Wick. Then on to Bowden where Ron and Charlie turned off for home while the rest of us carried on to Templecombe, Buckhorn Weston and back to Gillingham. Around 38 miles covered, no incidents and we made it back just before the rain got too heavy. Thanks to everyone for coming especially our friends from Gillingham Wheelers.
Saturday 19 January 2019
Mary has had a lousy start to 2019. With a bad crash on New Years Day and a very disappointing weeks skiing holiday (or not skiing as was the case), she was unable to lead her ride today as sitting on the saddle was a no-no. I volunteered to step in.
Having been confined to barracks since last Saturday, she must be ‘climbing the wall’ with frustration – she tells me that her new cycling year will hopefully start in February! I’m sure we all wish her the best for a good recovery.
- 4 of us drips – literally – turned up at Stourhead at 10.00, Mike A, David, Ron and me
- It was raining heavily and cold to boot!
- A consensus indicated that the Ginger Piggery – the original lunch venue – was not on the agenda.
- As we were thinking of a lunch stop with a roaring fire, David suggested the Boot Inn at Tisbury – unanimous agreement.
- Reluctantly setting off at 10.45, we splashed off through Mere heading for East Stour.
- Ron headed for home soon afterwards so I asked David if he could suggest a lunch stop somewhere closer, as the 3 of us were still freezing!
- Coppleridge Inn was the reply – he received a sitting ovation.
- 15 minutes later our hero led us into the courtyard.
- Roaring Hot radiators surrounded us in the bar area, proving ideal objects for draping our sodden coats and gloves on.
- We were made very welcome by the staff/owners – we were the only patrons in the place.
- Coffee and hot soup was ordered, delivered by 2 chefs after 10 minutes.
- During the meal, we discussed the dreaded BREXIT followed by the Falklands – David and Mike have been there in a past life – I however, melted into the background!
- Reluctantly, we departed at 1.30 – still pouring down – and headed for Gillingham, dropping off David at his front door.
So Mike and yours truly completed the last 12 miles in the dry – at last!
All in all, a ride worth forgetting due to the inclement conditions. The clubs other 40 members elected not to ride – how sensible!!
Looking forward to summer………………Charlie Porter
Saturday 12 January 2019
Nineteen members and partners came for a rather chaotic start to the meet but order was restored and hopefully all were fed and watered. So good to see Lorraine and Robin who have both had medical problems. Dave M, Mike A, Charlie Woz iz Name, Ben, Ron, Keith, Mike P and me left at 10.35 going via Fifehead, Sandley where Keith left us, Charlton Musgrove, South Brewham then across to Bruton where we went to a new (to us) café The Mill on the Stream. The few customers there left as we sat down so was it envy, a café with no food, our sweaty smell or just coincidence?? The food was a bit slow, fairly pricey but tasty, especially Ron’s eggy, mushroomy, sweet onion toast-y followed by a free sample of the French owner’s quince juice.
Leaving there we peddled through town and do you know, aghh, I have yet to lead a ride without apologising and as we turned left for Pitcombe Charlie, Dave M and Mike A failed to see us turn and went on to Castle Cary cursing me, mobile phone reception and all those bloody muddy roads I insisted they enjoy. Sorry Boys. The three of us went to Shepton Montague then up a really rough lane and steep hill to Knowle Rock before coming home along the Sandley road again. No computer but I guess it was around 40 miles .
Thanks to all, get back on that bike soon Mary.
Saturday 29 December 2018
Oh! —- BIG blank screen! No time & no inspiration. —- Last ride of the year too. Should be full of interests and adventures. Perhaps I need some Christmas Chivas Regal assistance ——- Ergo —– Bravely gathered at Dikes Auberge, Bistro & Cafe (haunt of bons viveurs, gastronomes, gourmets, gourmands and enthusiasts of “the big breakfast”) at very close to 10 o’clock (as if they didn’t have any homes) were:-
Mickey Biggnikkers Payne
Jenny —- Fresh from her Park Run (50km I believe)
Electric Ron — Fully charged
Mary — On the Pink Clone
Me, Mickeydrippin (quality plumber)
——————–All bound for lunch at The River Arms at Cheselbourne. I was inefficient, so Charlie had checked online that they were open — but it was a bit bothersome that I couldn’t get an answer when I phoned to give them numbers: twice. Richard apparently wasn’t coming to the lunchstop, only as far as Mappowder (whence that name??? Something to do with The Gunpowder Plot, or maybe Yardley, Chanel?) I believe. Then he was going to return to Dikes for his lunch. Unfortunately he got his wish earlier than he intended since owing to “zipper problems” in the Gentlemen’s’ WC, he was left behind. We, meanwhile, oblivious of his fate (and possibly pain) pedalled orff towards Kings Stag, past that beautiful dairy (I think) building: not much mad traffic and nobody killed or maimed (not even a bit). Everyone seemed somewhat subdued in general, there wasn’t the usual banter and there was definitely some walrus puffing and panting up the first few hills. Result of turkey/Christmas pudding/mince pies/whisky or whiskey/ wine??? On to Hazelbury Bryan, Mappowder (Richard didnt leave us here cos he was already back at Dikes —— Sorry Richard! Rotten Ride-Leader) Plush, Piddletrenthide and over the moors to Cheselbourne and lunch.
It was rather an uneventful ride, under grey skies, but, fortunately no rain.
The only adventure as far as I was concerned was getting left behind for a phone call not far from the lunch stop. I thought it was the River Alms ringing me to confirm our lunch stop, but no, just someone wanting their “pipes fixed” (I told them I was entirely the wrong person to ask to fix a leak. I was the one who usually created them). Anyway, then I had to catch up; going flat-out on a wet, greasy and muddy road: downhill fast to a Y junction and starting to take the wrong fork. Instead of going on, stopping sensibly and retracing my steps to the correct turn, Joe Soap tightened the turn whilst braking hard and attempted the road. Wheels skidding all over the place, backwards and forwards across the road, while road barriers and large (enough to be painful, even terminal) flashed past my eyes. Made it, just! Made me think, though, that perhaps I should “put my affairs in order”
Mary had waited for me, or Jenny, at the bottom of a turning and very unexpected hill, so I/we were in entirely the wrong gear.
And then, apart from taking the left turn instead of the right (called back by The Executive Officer/Officer Of The Watch) we arrived for lunch. Up the steep drive to the car park. Doors locked, serious concerns regarding sustenance and bodily comforts, frowns and hurtful comments from the distaff fraternity, till some bright spark suggested that we go down to the main entrance.
Yeah !!! They were open and willing to feed us, even to the point of providing beetroot and tomato soup of a pleasing bluish-red hue. And to please the rest of us too! Naturally the sun came out while we were in the pub, just to make us feel suitably wistful as we hit the road again under grey skies.
Back home through Ansty and Hazelbury Bryan to Sturminster Newton, where Mary and Jenny peeled off, out towards Marnhull. Ed peeled off at some point there and Ron too, leaving only Charlie, Mickey Biggnikkers and Mickeydrippin to “return to base”: Richard had not hung on!
That’s it! There’s no time to check the punctuation! Gotta get this in to The Press Office
Happy New Year to everyone: good rides, lotsa sun, no crashes or sore bottoms
20 March @ 9:30 am - 3:00 pm
23 March @ 10:00 am - 5:00 pm
26 March @ 10:30 am - 11:30 am
27 March @ 11:00 am - 12:00 pm
30 March @ 10:00 am - 5:00 pm
31 March @ 10:00 am - 3:00 pm