Three of our Totnes lads failed to arrive at the Buckfastleigh start, so Martin went off to investigate in his car. They were eventually discovered near Dartington, apparently delayed by a dog that ran off as they were about to leave home. They certainly wouldn't have met up with us without Martin's help.

Paignton and Newton Abbot starters were somewhat late at the Bovey pick-up, but eventually we set off along the railway path towards Lustleigh's Primrose Cafe. Rohan wasn't too amused with the stony track when various pieces of his bike detached themselves and fell off.

A long and comfortable stop at the Primrose, with 10% discount all round, ensured an impressive selection of high marks on the voting form. When everyone had finished we followed the B road along the delightful Wrey valley, having opportunities to enjoy the scenery because of a few chain problems along the way. Eventually we reached the destination, settling beside the ford for a well-earned lunch just as the only shower of the day obscured the sunshine. Paul HW seemed determined to get thoroughly wet, however, falling into the icy water as soon as he arrived.

When the time came to leave, the huge muddy lake that covered the exit track caused a few headaches. Some pushed their bikes along the high grassy bank to the left, brushing with brambles along the way, and some cycled through in a line, only to be stopped in the middle when the front rider stopped at the other end. A good few managed to ride through without mishap, however, although there were a couple of punctures to fix by the time we reached the road.

The banks of the river Bovey were adorned with Snowdrops. It really was a fabulous day to be out on a bike. John spotted the impressive Manor House Hotel as we climbed the steep hill towards Canna Park, and everyone commented on the sad state of Old Yard Farm, the former home of cyclist and rocking-horse manufacturer Tim Reep which burnt to the ground many years ago.

More punctures delayed us as we returned to Hemsworthy Gate via Jay's Grave. The Newton contingent caught some drama at Haytor: a lady had severely damaged her back on top of Haytor and a helicopter was winching her to safety with an ambulance standing by.

A huge proportion of the youngsters seemed to end up at Crofters today, consuming Michael's supply of fruit juice and biscuits for the entire week. Then, just after the Totnes brigade had set off for home, they got a puncture. You will see from our write-ups that we don't normally get this many punctures, but wet roads often increase the risk.