With unsettled weather, Dursley was a sensible choice of destination. As anyone who knows the Vice Captain will testify, his routes will shun the Severn Valley for an ascent of the Cotswold escarpment on the way.
Frocester Hill was chosen for this morning’s torture, and on the approach, with the entire edge in the cloud, it looked even more unpleasant than usual. Although it was hard to see across the main road at the top, the sky was definitely bright, as if we were on the verge of breaking through the cloud. The descent into Dursley nearly caught out a few riders with its sharp corners, but all arrived safely at coffee.
One member helpfully pointed out that there was a train home from Dursley at 12:11, but the riders ignored that suggestion and pedaled home. A great ride, which somehow managed to avoid significant precipitation.