It only takes one idiot.
It only takes one reckless idiot to ruin the ride for everyone. We had enjoyed an excellent ride through Epney and Frampton to Frocester, then a not-so-enjoyable climb of the hill and the long descent to Dursley. After Stinchcombe, Tortworth and Leyhill, the section...
When the President’s away, the Vice President will play
Following the rapid departure of the President, permission having been granted, the remaining seven set off after coffee, retracing towards Withington (home of the Basket Meal) up the Coln valley – quite splendid in the spring sunshine. At the crossroads three turned...
British Summer Time, at last
Mother's Day dawned bright and clear, tempting one towards summer clothing. However, knowing that yesterday we had a frost and today had lost an hour, caution prevailed. Eight riders, well wrapped up, started the ride and quickly became nine - British Summer Time had...
Someone has to be at the back
Seven riders set off at a brisk pace over to Leckhampton, although I was confident that would change once we started climbing, which was true for five of the seven. While Leckhampton Hill may have been accepted, Hartley Lane proved to be the straw that broke three of...