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Sunday 21 July 1985Day ride: Avon DamBright start, damp later
7 present: Michael Jones, Paul Palmer, Kevin Presland (Adult, Bovey Tracey), Luke Rake, Andrew Simmons, Roger Simmons, John Stuart
Torbay section were ready to leave when we finally arrived at Totnes, bringing members up to eighteen or so. The boys coped quite well with the fast pace set by Torbay, and after the steep climb from South Brent through Aish the group arrived at Shipley Bridge in time for lunch, having lost only two or three Torbay members along the way.

The rain, which had been threatening all morning, did its best to ruin the afternoon jaunt across the moor by drizzling everywhere. The letterboxers were not deterred however, and Andrew collected his 50th stamp near the dam.

Tea was hastily and very generously arranged at Summerlands (Andrew’s home in Buckfastleigh) to cheer everyone up after the long and damp descent to Wallaford, making a pleasant if premature conclusion to another enjoyable ride. Unfortunately Torbay members left too late to avoid the downpour on their way home.

Monday 22 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 1 Home to St BriavelsWet start, dry later
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Starring Brett Jamieson (12) as ‘Spratt’, Simon Warner (13) as ‘Lumie’, Steven Bowles (15) as ‘Granny’, Tom Woodmand (16) as ‘Hippy’ and Simon Birtles as Ernie. Also featuring Philip Mills (12), Daniel Coles (13), Carl Jones (14), Adam Nice (14) and Michael Jones. And introducing Moulton as ‘Super Shopper’.

This is a story of courage and exploration. It was a different tour (to those previously organised by Michael within Torbay Section) – a tour with five simple hostels on the trot with no showers or meals. A tour for boys of substance. And they all survived!

Was it a bike? Was it a pram? No! It was Super Shopper! Manufactured by the Meccano Corporation in association with Corgi Toys, this was the advanced kit version with extra struts, designed like the Forth road bridge to double up as a child’s climbing frame by simple removal of its wheels. But would it be able to cope with real roads? Everyone doubted – except Simon Birtles who was rumoured to own the contraption. Already it was in need of major repairs to its little wheels, which had a number of lose spokes. An Exeter toy shop performed the necessary repairs whilst the rest of the group awaited the arrival of Carl from Barnstaple, Tom from Plymouth and the 1049 Bristol train at Exeter St Davids station.

The rain, despite a valiant effort, failed to dampen the spirits of the young participants. It had a little fit as the group got off the train at Severn Tunnel Junction, subsided somewhat for the ride through Chepstow and finally gave up on arrival at the Eagles Nest viewpoint, a small niche towards the top of a cliff face overlooking the Wye valley.

Tintern Abbey was the next port of call, where tea and cakes were consumed. It was here that Adam tried to make friends with Philip by throwing his cap around and calling him names! Still, there were no hard feelings and everyone was soon settling down to the task of climbing the hill to St Briavels Castle youth hostel.

The evening passed noisily with games of volleyball in the (dried-up) moat, pool in the games room and numerous play fights invariably involving Brett. Things got a little rougher when he picked on the guys in the adjacent dorm however.

Tuesday 23 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 2 St Briavels to Capel-y-FfinHot and sunny
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Brett photographs the hostel from Darren Lwyd during the evening hill walk
Brett repairs his puncture near Llanthony, assisted by Carl
The high point of our evening hill walk
Soaking up the beauty of the Black Mountains at the top of Darren Lwyd. Back to front: Steven, Daniel, Simon Warner, Brett & Philip
The mad scramble back down the hill to the hostel
Brett photographs the group with Michael
Following some ‘Krispy Kip’ the group woke early on a sunny Tuesday morning ready for the ride to the Black Mountains. Repairs to Daniel’s toe clips delayed departure until shortly after 10am, but this was nothing compared to the afternoon’s problems.

Things were fine at Monmouth where lunch, water bottles, shorts and headbands were purchased. There were even no problems on the way to Llantillio Crossenny, the lunch spot, except that the weather was hot and the hills were rather numerous. At lunch however Lumie’s rear brake cable broke. Shortly afterwards there was a water fight when Tom tried to steal Michael’s map without asking.

Then, about a kilometre down the road, Steven complained that his rear hub was loose. He complained so much that something had to be done, so Michael re-greased one side and locked it. The problem however was the freewheel side which could not be accessed or locked, and at Croes-Hywel he was complaining again. The noise became so persistent that Michael attempted to remove the Suntour freewheel with a Bicycle Research remover. He achieved the usual result of this manoeuvre – a broken remover – and spent the next half hour reassuring Steven that he COULD make it to Abergavenny and that there really would be a bike shop there, and that the bike COULD be repaired, and that he WOULDN’T have to take a train home from Abergavenny. But Steven remained unconvinced, much to everyone’s annoyance.

Steven did make it to Abergavenny. He bought a new wheel for just over £7 and appeared happy at last when it was finally fitted to his bike. Brett bought some toe clips, others bought caps and then there was a short ride to Llanfihangel Crucorney for much-needed refreshments.

The road to Capel-y-Ffin was delightful, if a little tiring. There was plenty of time for rest on this occasion, however, when Brett acquired a puncture near Llanthony and was encouraged to repair it himself. The remainder of the climb was exhausting in the early evening heat, but no-one complained (much).

The evening was spent enjoying the showers and hostel meals, climbing the mountain behind the hostel (Darren Lwyd) and fitting toe clips to certain cycles in a dark hay-barn – not a task to undertake if you’re likely to drop the nut! Before turning in for the night Simon Birtles somehow managed to convince some of the older lads that there was something horribly embarrassing about talking to the girl-guides downstairs. Simon gained considerable amusement from the situation.

Tuesday 23 July 1985Evening ride: HolneWarm and sunny
8 present: Mark Elliott (9, Totnes), Jeremy Ford, Mark Hunt, John Iles, Paul Palmer, Luke Rake, Andrew Simmons, Roger Simmons
The riverside path through Hembury Woods is now much improved thanks to the recent efforts of the National Trust, but the section leading into the River Dart Country Park would make an ideal training ground for anyone wishing to take up cyclo-cross!

After pausing to admire the ponies we pressed on past Holne Bridge and up the steep hill past the Holne Chase hotel, which eventually defeated us all.

At Holne, bottles were gratefully refilled from the (water) tap at the Church House Inn. The return journey to Buckfastleigh included the perilous descent of a scree slope masquerading as a track.

Wednesday 24 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 3 Capel-y-Ffin to Bryn Poeth UchafHot and sunny
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Tom Woodman discovers an unwelcoming shop at Hay-on-Wye
The view from Gospel Pass, between the hostel and Hay-on-Wye
The group, probably near Llangammarch Wells
Suspension bridge over the river Wye near Erwood, on the way to Builth Wells
The track from the warden's farm to the hostel
Looking back at the Cycghordy viaduct from near Hafod-y-Pant
Nearly at the hostel
The track from the warden's farm to the hostel
Playing on the hill behind the hostel after sunset
Near the hostel
Wednesday got off to a good start. Philip and Brett learned how to sweep a dormitory the hard way – by doing it over and over again until it was right.

Brett had another puncture (probably related to the first) and Super Shopper acquired six broken spokes whilst descending the long hill to Hay-on-Wye. There were no toy shops in Hay, but luckily there was a cycle dealer who reluctantly agreed to effect repairs. He couldn’t resist having a go at Simon however, stating that people usually buy Moultons to be different, as the small wheels are quite unsuitable for distance work!

A shop bearing the notice In the interest of hygiene, no “Hippies” caused considerable amusement amongst the youngsters who wasted no time informing Tom about its location. When Super Shopper had been loaded with the milk and everyone had bought lunch, supper and breakfast, lunch was consumed under the bridge at Hay before the afternoon’s forty-mile journey was traced out on the maps.

Progress to Bluith Wells via Glasbury and Boughrood was impeded only by a puncture in Michael’s rear puncture-proof tyre. It was, in fact, caused by the plastic rim tape, but no-one chose to believe that!

Afternoon tea at Bluith Wells was followed by some main road riding to Garth, along which Spratt rode into Carl and fell off. The lanes were taken to Llanwrtyd Wells via Llangammarch Wells, and a little further along Spratt rode into the stinging nettles to the side of the road and fell off. Then began the climb to Bryn Poeth Uchaf hostel, starting form the viaduct near Cycghordy and climbing steeply to Hafod-y-Pant. Flies, heat and hunger conspired together to make the journey less enjoyable than it should have been, but everyone finally made it to the warden’s farmhouse just after 7pm.

The hostel itself was another kilometre or so up the valley along a footpath. There was a ford along the way which several attempted, but only Carl managed to fall off halfway across and fill his panniers with water.

It was 7.45 when the group finally arrived at the tiny little hostel. Supper was frantically prepared (perhaps ‘thrown together’ would be a better description) and devoured. Some washed in the stream. There was a group walk over the hill providing lots of rough fun, and then a minor crisis at bedtime when Simon Warner discovered a 2cm gash in his knee, presumably acquired during one of his earlier tumbles. It was patched together, however, by gaslight and the rest of the night was uneventful.

Well not quite. Simon Birtles got so annoyed with Adam’s imaginative snoring that he spent half the night outside with the sheep and the rest on a hard bench in the kitchen.

Thursday 25 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 4 Bryn Poeth Uchaf to BlaencaronVery hot
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Simon W, Daniel and Adam outside the hostel
Daniel, Simon W and Adam outside Bryn Poeth Uchaf hostel
The group on the track around Llyn Brianne reservoir. L to R Simon W, Tom, Brett, Philip, Carl, Adam, Steven, Simon B and Daniel
The spillway at Llyn Brianne reservoir
The descent to Tregaron via the Afon Berwyn valley in the late afternoon heat
The group on the track around Llyn Brianne reservoir
Blaencaron youth hostel (picture not taken by us)
Thursday was another eventful day. First of all Spratt fell off (again) on the way back to the farm. Then Daniel got a puncture. Then the warden kindly agreed to take Simon and Michael to Llandovery District Hospital with the bikes in the Land Rover to attend Simon’s wounds. Two stitches were administered and the doctor suggested that the wound should be re-dressed on Saturday at a hospital.

Meanwhile Tom and Simon Birtles alienated themselves still further from the youngsters by throwing mud at them back at the farm before leading them to Rhandirmwyn, where Simon W and Michael joined them for lunch. It really was sweltering outside the shop, but there was no escape, for Tom had chosen that particular moment to break his derailleur beyond repair. Postcards were written in the shade of a tree.

The gang eventually set off at around 2.30, Super Shopper loaded with milk bottles and sounding like a milk float. There were strains of “And he rode the fastest milk cart in the west” much to Ernie’s annoyance as the hills to Llyn Brianne reservoir were tackled bravely against all odds.

And what a sight the reservoir was. The overflow chute from the top of the dam looked like a gigantic water slide, and at the bottom was what must have been the largest garden sprinkler in the world. Even better views were afforded from the bridge at the top where the sheer enormity of the project became apparent.

There was just time for ice-creams (well there wasn’t, but everyone bought some anyway) before the track to the west of the reservoir was commenced. Daniel got a slow puncture almost immediately but delayed repairing it until Carl got his on the final descent to the road. Both were hurriedly repaired, Carl’s support crew beating Daniel’s with minutes to spare. Everyone regrouped towards the bottom, but where was Simon Birtles? Someone suggested he was probably collecting the empties along the way.

Then, despite a ten-second advance warning from Michael, Spratt came off on a gravelly corner and ended up in the stream. He was in need of some medication but he took it bravely without a whimper (well only a small one anyway).

It was getting late again and there were still some hills to climb. Telephone calls near Nant-y-maen gave an excuse for a short rest, but it was necessary to refuel at the top of the next hill by drinking half the milk – Simon was giving double stamps that week!

The descent to Tregaron was exhilarating but towards the bottom Spratt discovered something nasty in his saddle bag – margarine. He had kindly volunteered to carry the group margarine but unfortunately it had melted and was now .. everywhere! He wasn’t pleased.

Michael’s rim-tape caused another rear puncture at Tregaron. This time some insulating tape was used to permanently solve the problem against a background of jeers from people who still preferred to believe the tyre had been punctured.

The last straw was the climb to the hostel – not at all welcome at that time of night. Nonetheless everyone made it and there were soon cheery faces all round as food was prepared. Adam was offered the luxury of his own dorm that night, by general consensus. And the Welsh-speaking warden gave Spratt a sleeping-bag for the night, as his was drying out after being washed.

Friday 26 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 5 Blaencaron To TyncornelStorms
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
The storm in Llanddewi Brefi, viewed from the shelter of the grocery store
Leaving Tregaron on the way to Llanddewi Brefi
The youngsters outside the grocery store in Llanddewi Brefi, displaying the latest fashion in waterproof overshoes courtesy of the shopkeeper's wife
Sheltering from the storm in the grocery store at Llanddewi Brefi
Friday morning was misty. There were inner tubes to repair, saddle bags to clean out and midges to contend with. Provisions were bought at Tregaron before speeding along the valley to Llandewi Brefi. By this time a light drizzle had started, and while the group were buying chocolate from one of the shops a violent storm broke out overhead. Torrential rain, lightening and power cuts ensued for more than half an hour, and the kindly shopkeeper hadn’t the heart to turn them out. They did, of course, purchase a good many items of food whilst they were there, so he didn’t mind too much. In fact his wife even provided several of the youngsters with plastic bags to tie around their feet for the afternoon. What a sight!

The gang set off during a drier spell but the rain quickly came in again to ensure that everyone was soaked by the time they arrived at the start of the track to Tyncornel youth hostel – the most remote hostel in England and Wales according to the handbook. The track followed the hill a good way to Blaemloethie where everyone stopped – except Daniel who shot past like a bullet and didn’t come to rest until he had worn through the overshoes that Simon Birtles had lent him. He wasn’t looking too happy when the rest finally caught up with him at the bottom of the hill.

The rain stopped on arrival at the hostel at 3.30 and the sun came out. Thus began one of the most enjoyable evenings of the tour, as no-one else was booked in at the hostel.

A fire was quickly laid in and tea was brewed. There was a lovely atmosphere in the hostel; it really was just like home. The children played with the fire, and Brett got burned by standing on a hot poker.

Supper was a long drawn-out affair followed by criticism of Michael’s Welsh Rarebit by the ‘milkman’, who was having severe difficulties trying to find good enough material to combat the barrage of abuse that had been hurled at his precious bicycle. A few brave souls actually managed to wash some clothes before dark – with excellent results I might add – and the rest of the evening was spent around the fire, playing games of cheat and chess to the sound of heavy rain outside. The warden dropped in for five minutes at 9.30 but otherwise the group was left in peace.

Tilley lamps in the dorm provided some scope for ghost stories that night, ruined only by Tom who did his best to laugh at them.

Saturday 27 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 6 Tyncornel to LlandeusantSunny start, damp later
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Preparing to leave Tyncornel youth hostel
Doing the chores at Tyncornel youth hostel
Looking back at the track leading to Tyncornel
Tyncornel youth hostel
Adam's broken pedal
Repairing Daniel's brake cable
Saturday morning was bright and sunny. There were a number of jobs to do before leaving, such as tightening Tom’s bottom bracket with a nail and stone, adjusting Brett and Adam’s brakes, etc. When the hostel was as spotless as we had found it (at about 11.30) we set off down the track.

Immediately there were problems, however. First an elastic strap got itself caught in Super Shopper’s gears. A little further on Daniel’s brake cable snapped. Further still and Adam’s right pedal fell apart. Eventually it was lunchtime and the group had just about managed to get back to Llandewi Brefi (again) where lunch was concocted out of a few odds and ends from the grocery shop and eaten on the wall outside, amidst the excitement of a cowboys and Indians show presented by some little boys from the village.

It was time to get a move on. The B4343 proved a pleasant enough route to Lampeter, from where the hilly A482 took the group to Llangadog and Llandovery by 4.29. The children immediately labelled the proprietor of the health shop a hippy and noticed how comfortable Tom felt in the shop!

When provisions had been purchased the drizzle began, so a café provided a comfortable setting for afternoon tea. Thomas was once again trying to be difficult by pouring out a third cup of tea just as everyone was ready to leave – so everyone did leave, and a couple of drunks came over and settled down next to Tom. Somehow Tom managed to finish his tea, bid his farewells and join the others outside in five seconds flat.

Adam, who had managed to drop a variety of different-sized objects through the holes in the rear pockets of his cycling shirt during the tour, had now been entrusted with a bottle of milk (there were no cartons available that day). Some would say this was a stupid thing to do – and I would agree, but there was a distinct lack of carrying space and ten pints had to be transported somehow. Sadly Adam’s pint didn’t last to the hostel; it didn’t even last to Llangadog! Neverthless some entertainment was derived from the incident, which was quite spectacular.

The final climb to Llandeusant (pronounced Khlan-day-sant) hostel was tortuous, and the drizzle wasn’t helping much. It was only after arrival, however, that the heavy rain started, so that was something to be thankful for.

Thomas, who had been complaining bitterly earlier in the afternoon about carrying the soap powder on the grounds that the scent might penetrate a plastic bag and box and contaminate his precious porridge oats, made more than a little fuss at supper time when his porridge began to froth. He spent much of the evening wandering around the kitchen with the bowl saying that it tasted of soap and asking everyone to verify the fact. A few, however, knew more about the porridge than they cared to tell and politely declined the invitation.

The rest of the evening was occupied with Philip’s headache, a blanket fight and Adam’s snoring – well, only Tom and Simon Birtles got upset about the latter, so much so in fact that they moved into the next dorm.

Sunday 28 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 7 Llandeusant to YstradfellteShowers leading to rain
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Llandeusant youth hostel
Llandeusant youth hostel
The group at the entrance to Llandeusant youth hostel
Sunday started with occasional showers. Another very late start, coupled with a wrong turning and a puncture (Steven’s this time) meant that the group got only as far as Nynydd Wysg by lunchtime. And the only food they had was chocolate bars and cakes bought at the Cross Inn.

Needless to say, lunch was a short affair, and hasty progress was made to the shops at Trecastle and Sennybridge – which were all closed! There was nothing to be done but head for the last hostel, Ystradfellte, where there was a shop that would be open on a Sunday. Brychgoed, however, was the site of yet another puncture; this time it was Philip, who had been crowing throughout the tour about how he hadn’t got a puncture.

The showers became heavier and more prolonged as the final hairpin climb to Bryn Melyn was tackled. But the weather gods saved the worst rain of all until the highest point had been reached. The group descended as quickly as visibility would allow, searching vainly for even the scraggiest-looking tree to shelter under. But it was all too late: trainers were overflowing.

The warden, Mrs Roberts, is an old-fashioned Welsh lady with a kind heart but a finicky nature which has led many youngsters to describe her as a ‘witch’. She immediately took charge of Philip’s headache whilst the rest visited the shop, tucking him into bed and getting him a hot drink. On return from the shop however she was dealing out rules and regulations like playing cards, all designed to make life as difficult as possible for carefree young boys.

The evening seemed to pass fairly uneventfully, mainly because the boys were out enjoying some of the magnificent waterfalls of the Melte Valley.

Sunday 28 July 1985Afternoon ride: LittlehempstonShowery
5 present: Steph Crutchley-Iles, Mark Hunt, John Iles, Andrew Simmons, Roger Simmons
The heavy rain and frequent showers of the morning meant only a low turnout for what was actually a surprisingly dry afternoon. Colston road once again provided the route for the first part of the ride, then after a short distance on the main road we turned left by Dartington church and took the road through the college campus.

Roger suggested that we try the riverside path to Totnes, so being an adventurous bunch we decided to give it a bash. Despite a bit of manhandling due to sections of the path being absent it was a much better route than the busy main road, which unfortunately we had to rejoin at Brutus Bridge as the path terminated there.

After heading towards Paignton for a couple of hundred yards we turned into Boulton road which eventually petered out into a rough track. We passed the columns of an old turnpike gate and a well, and after an unsuccessful search for some fossils reputed to be in the area we crossed the A381 into Littlehempston. Here we stopped for a rest by the curious ‘double bridge’ over the Gatcombe Brook. Mark demonstrated how not to ford a river before we started heading back.

We had hoped to take the track from High Beara farm to the Dart Bridge Inn but the recent combination of sun and rain had caused the grass to grow rapidly and, ironically, we had to settle for Green Lane instead.

Monday 29 July 1985Tour: South Wales Day 8 Ystradfellte to HomeWet
10 present: Simon Birtles, Steven Bowles, Daniel Coles, Brett Jamieson, Carl Jones (14, Barnstaple), Michael Jones, Philip Mills, Adam Nice (14, Newton Abbot), Simon Warner, Tom Woodman (16, Plymouth)
Next morning things went badly wrong. Tom, who has the reputation of being a bit of a disaster area, managed to hit a light bulb whilst attacking Spratt with a pillow. This would normally cause no problems but Tom, being Tom, managed not only to kill the light bulb but also to fuse all the lights in the building (an annexe opposite the hostel). He spent a long time wandering around with his knees shaking, pleading for sympathy and muttering various witty chants about the warden, but eventually he had to tell her.

She wasn’t at all pleased. Michael let Tom suffer a while, with the warden saying how difficult it was to get repairs done out there, and asking what she was going to that evening, and why couldn’t Tom behave like the sixteen-year-old he was. Then Michael explained that he was able to repair the fuse for her. This took a considerable time but eventually the job was done and the group were able to leave, late as usual, at 11am.

The rain was very unpleasant, as were the steep hills which Michael assured everyone were essential for the short cut he had in mind. After two right turns and thirty minutes’ ride they arrived at a junction. Michael looked at the map, then at the road. Everyone began to look around with that vague feeling that they’d been there before in some previous life. Then they saw the hostel through the rain …

Hirwaun was reached by lunchtime. Tom had a puncture so everyone bought something hot to eat int eh café while he repaired it in the rain. There followed a hard climb up the A4061 to Treherbert which nearly finished some of the younger riders off: only the thought of the train leaving without them got them to the top through the rain.

The long descent to Treherbert was negotiated with great caution by all, but there were still fifteen minutes to spare on arrival at the station. The station master, seeing everyone so wet and bedraggled, took pity immediately and invited everyone in for a hot wash and a change of clothes. That made everyone feel much better, although I’m not sure what people in the waiting room thought of all the partially-clothed bodies wandering through into the inner recesses of the station building.

Once again the trains were all on time and the journey was relaxing and uneventful. Everyone arrived home on time, ready for a hot bath and a good supper before settling down by the fire to tell parents all about the great adventure. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few went to bed early that night.

Everyone can feel proud of their achievement, for I have never had the pleasure to lead such a well-behaved and pleasant group on a cycle tour.

Here’s to Scotland 1986!

Friday 2 August 1985Evening ride: HaytorSunny
8 present: John Iles, Michael Jones, Paul Palmer, Luke Rake, Andrew Simmons, Roger Simmons, Paul Willard, Peter Willard
No-one took Michael seriously when he suggested Haytor as a destination for the first evening ride of the month. It wasn’t long, however, before Kevin Presland had been coaxed out of his Ilsington home and the letterbox had been extracted from the Rook Inn at Haytor Vale.

The evening was concluded with a ride through the strangely peaceful Dartmoor scenery as the sun set over the moorland hills.

Sunday 4 August 1985Day ride: DartmeetTorrential rain
9 present: Michael Jones, Paul Palmer, Luke Rake, Andrew Simmons, John Stuart, John 1 Unknown (Junior, Devon), Laurent Unknown (Junior, Devon), Paul Willard, Peter Willard
The above-mentioned nine had certainly not turned up at the start with the intention of carrying out the ride, so the Redmount 'hotel' was once again opened up for videos and light refreshments.

Tuesday 6 August 1985Social: Map-reading
8 present: Jeremy Ford, Mark Hunt, Michael Jones, Paul Palmer, Luke Rake, Unknown Rider 1, Andrew Simmons, Peter Willard
Everyone enjoyed deciphering the cryptic clues on the question sheet, but it was Luke's team who finally won by a short margin.

Sunday 11 August 1985Afternoon ride: Treasure HuntWet start
9 present: Jeremy Ford, Mark Hunt, John Iles, Michael Jones, Kevin Presland, Unknown Rider 1, Andrew Simmons, Roger Simmons, Peter Willard
A disappointing turnout (eight Dart Valley, one Torbay and zero Dawlish) caused the postponement of the Treasure Hunt to a later date. However, those who bothered to turn up decided that they were not going to be deprived of a ride by their fair-weather colleagues and duly set off towards New Bridge via Hembury Woods.

The River Dart was running very high and fast following several days (months?) of torrential rain, and we had ample opportunity to witness this whilst cycling the riverside path to Spitchwick. The long, long climb to Buckland-in-the-Moor was followed by another long, long climb to Cold East Cross where Kevin left us. The Dart Valley group enjoyed the long descent to the Grasshopper Inn and a couple of stony, muddy tracks on the way home.

Friday 16 August 1985Evening ride: Venford ReservoirSunny
4 present: Michael Jones, Luke Rake, Roger Simmons, Peter Willard
The track from Venford to Combestone was enchanting, surrounded as it was with woodland glades, streams and rabbits. To conclude a superb evening the clear, late evening skies allowed unhindered views of the Teignmouth and Torbay lights from the top of Combestone Tor.

Sunday 18 August 1985Day ride: Gara MillShowers
9 present: Simon Birtles, Steph Crutchley-Iles, Grace Dovell, Richard Dovell, John Iles, Michael Jones, Kevin Presland, Luke Rake, John Stuart
This was another joint ride with Torbay section. Heavy and prolonged showers made the journey to East Allington somewhat miserable, but Michael’s aunt came to the rescue once more by allowing us to eat lunch in the garage of her farm at Higher Poole.

The afternoon was considerably brighter, enabling completion of the planned ride before Torbay and Dart Valley members separated at Totnes.

Tuesday 20 August 1985Evening ride: RatterySunny
6 present: Grace Dovell, Dayle Guy, Michael Jones, Luke Rake, Paul Willard, Peter Willard
An interesting route through Rattery and Elwell brought the club to the old railway station at Avonwick, now a private dwelling but still retaining its platform and the name ‘Ham Mill Halt’. Return was via South Brent and the Old Brent Road, giving Luke ample opportunity to try out his new lights.

Thursday 22 August 1985Tour: Snowdonia National Park Day 1 Home to Rowen (10 mi)
9 present: Andrew Billington (Junior, Bovey Tracey), Chris Hall (12, Preston), Jonathan Israel (14, London), Michael Jones, David Parry (14, Wellesbourne), Stephen Parry (11, Wellesbourne), Jeremy Paul (15, London), Rebecca Small (15, London), Paul Williams (14, Wellesbourne)
This was Michael's first national cycle tour, advertised in the CTC's national magazine last December. This tour was unique in that it was run separately to the group's own tours, but co-leader was Andrew Billington from Torbay Section and some of the participants went on to take part in our 1986 tours.

Sadly no report was ever written for this tour, but we are able to write a few details about what happened from documents that have been retained from the time.

The Newton Abbot starters caught the 10.05 train to Exeter, then changed for Birmingham, then changed again for Crewe and finally changed again for our destination, Colwyn Bay station, where we arrived at 17.00. The London participants took a train from Euston and met us at Birmingham along with the Wellesbourne crew who had taken a train from Stratford. Finally Chris took a train from Preston and met us at Crewe.

The ride from Colwyn Bay to Rowen youth hostel was around 10 miles.

Friday 23 August 1985Tour: Snowdonia National Park Day2 Rowen to Idwal Cottage (23 mi)
9 present: Andrew Billington (Junior, Bovey Tracey), Chris Hall (12, Preston), Jonathan Israel (14, London), Michael Jones, David Parry (14, Wellesbourne), Stephen Parry (11, Wellesbourne), Jeremy Paul (15, London), Rebecca Small (15, London), Paul Williams (14, Wellesbourne)
View of the Conwy valley from Rowen youth hostel
The group at Rowen youth hostel. L to R: Rebecca, David, Andrew, Paul, Jonathan, Jeremy, Chris and Stephen .. with the warden behind
Our route today took us southwards along the Conwy vallwey to Betws-y-Coed, then east past the Swallow falls to Capel Curig. We then rode up to Llyn Ogwen and then down the valley to the hostel at Idwal Cottage.

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