Nobody walked the hill to Cross Furzes so Dayle didn't have very long at the top to explain the dubious virtues of the rectangular frame tubes on his new mountain bike. From Lud Gate we descended at various rates to towards the destination. Alex's progress was interrupted when he did a somersault into a wet bog part-way down the hill.

At the un-named ford, Thaine and Luke were the only ones who didn't pick their way around the edge. Thaine, who discovered just how filthy the ford is when he accidentally stopped in the middle, re-named it S**t Ford!

The scenery en route to Scorriton was as attractive as ever. As we were a little early, we returned via Holne, narrowly missing a herd of cows by taking a clever detour towards Gallant le Bower.