Those who had avoided jobs during the evening were rewarded with the task of moving logs outside the hostel next morning. It seemed ages before they had finished. Eventually everyone was ready, however, and the ride continued through the morning mist to Paignton sea front.

When lunch had been purchased (by those who had neglected to bring it with them) young Jonathon enquired about the possibility of a swim. No-one really thought he was serious, but shortly after arrival at Torquay he was photographed actually swimming in the icy sea. Naturally it was not a long-drawn-out affair, but it provided some amusement for the others.

Lunch was enjoyed overlooking the bay from the dizzy heights of Babbacombe Downs. Half an hour later the group were to be found in the Old Bakery cafe at Stoke-in-Teignhead, consuming cream teas (in Simon's case) and generally causing mayhem for the proprietor by repeatedly ringing the service bell. It was a warm and pleasant place to be on such a cold day - no-one seemed in a hurry to leave, especially those who were seated in front of the blazing fire. The afternoon ride awaited us however, so we forced ourselves outside and set off for Newton Abbot, passing under a very noisy grey squirrel along the way who was clearly put out by our presence.