The Bovey Tracey pick-up was more like a workshop once everyone had arrived. New cables and brakes had to be fitted to one bike and major gear adjustments made to another before we could set off for Lustleigh. John Stuart's new mountain bike needed no repairs, but he had to admit defeat after attempting an alternative field route to Lustleigh which turned rapidly into a bog after the first few hundred metres.

Today we had lunch at Lustleigh, embarrassed somewhat by Luke who had torn his jeans up to the knee and was now covered in oil from head to foot. He almost deserved the comment that he looked like the Cinderella of the male world. There was no time to reach the destination, but we enjoyed the climb past Parson's Loaf and ended up at Widecombe for ice creams, now a good deal quieter than it had been during Widecombe Fare.