What a fabulous day this turned out to be. Starting out from the Buckfastleigh pick-up at around 11.20 the ride took members past Buckfast Abbey and up through Hembury Woods, a track alternative being available for those wanting more variety. Dropping down the hill to New Bridge, who should we come across but John Iles and Steph on a pony and trap, enjoying the fresh moorland air.

Lunch was enjoyed amidst the wide open spaces and bright autumn sunshine of Spitchwick Common. No-one went swimming today, but Jamie and Matthew managed to amuse themselves by giving each other backies on Jamie's poor little bicycle. It was a shame that they forgot to eat their lunch in all their excitement.

The day continued with the long climb to Leusdon. The moorland streams looked their freshest and brightest today. There was a prize of an M&M for those spotting the domestic ducks that resided in a pond part-way up the hill, but sadly no-one had told Jamie that his sweets were the prize and he had eaten them all by the time they were needed.

When Jamie and Matthew had enjoyed a well-earned "can" on Leusdon Common the group continued though Ponsworthy to the Jordan turn off. From here the slower riders cycled directly to Widecombe for warmth and refreshment whilst the more resilient members turned left to explore the delights of Grimspound.

Ken was all for a bit of exploration, but when he saw Michael and the others pushing their bikes up the steep moorland hill beyond the pound, with no sign of a road anywhere near, he began to wonder if the group were sane. Other members soon had a chance to laugh at Ken, however, when he produced his Spiderman lunch box on the ridge.

The moorland descent from Hamel Down always makes the climb worthwhile, and today was no exception. Well, Philip fell off, but I think he still enjoyed it. There was a touching moment as we passed the RAF memorial part-way down. It was Remembrance Day, and someone had taken the trouble to place some poppies by the stone all the way up here on the open moor.

By now Ken was convinced that Michael was mad. He, of course, had pushed most of the way down the steep slopes. By way of recompense the remainder of the ride stuck firmly to hard surfaces, returning without delay to Widecombe where the others had almost given us up for lost. The Wayside Cafe isn't much of a place, but it seemed very inviting today.

Returning via Bone Hill, the two groups separated at Cold East Cross. Debbie was unfortunately suffering from knee pains, but she seemed to think the ride had been well worth the suffering and she felt sure she would do the same again. Jenny kindly returned her to Paignton by car, giving them a chance to reflect on what had been a most memorable ride.