Members staying at Dartington after the evening ride enjoyed a cosy evening playing games at the hostel, including Trivial Pursuit and Snakes & Ladders - Mark Moxham was involved in the latter! There was also a funny game where balls dropped through holes when you pulled various supporting strips - Roger and Mark seemed to have it sussed anyway.

Next morning Mark, Shane and Roger did some extra work. They were very good boys and the warden was very pleased with them as they laid in the fire! Michael wasn't so pleased when he later discovered his bike locked up in the washroom - with about six different locks!

When all jobs had been completed we cycled the short distance to the Cider Press Centre, along an interesting route suggested by Roger. Here we met Ken and Julie together with their two Rann-type trailers and one child seat transporting Roxanne (age 7), Ben (age 5) and Karina (age 2) - will they ever manage to bring out all five of their children in one go?

The more affluent members of the group patronised the excellent but exorbitantly priced Cranks, after which we set off for Totnes. This was primarily for Martin Hills to get to a chemist (don't ask why) and for everyone else to stock up on goodies. The route took us past the remains of the Cott Inn which had sadly burnt down a few days previously.

At Totnes, the ten minutes allowed seemed for some reason to last half an hour whilst some members of the group made a recce to the bike shop down the High Street. As the rest of us waited impatiently, we were entertained by a group of female cloggies - well it was Totnes!

Eventually, we all set off by back roads to Harbertonford. From there we took a different route that avoided the usual hill - hooray - but we were delayed by Julie having the only puncture of the trip. We also passed the elusive Rolster Bridge - destination of a few earlier trips that never seemed to get there.

Lunch was soon declared at a suitably picturesque spot. However Martin Rushworth cut his hand very badly on a corned beef can much to the disgust of the vegetarians amongst us and required most of the contents of Michael's first aid box to stem the flow of blood.

Eventually we set off again through some very pleasant countryside, taking a well-earned coffee stop at Avon Mill garden centre's cafe. This venue was considered excellent by all, one of our number even insisting on sufficient time to finish his second cup of tea ....

The final leg of the journey was notable mainly for its hills and the discovery, just outside Salcombe, that poor Martin Hills had left his money in the cafe. A hasty 'phone call confirmed they had found the money and would kindly send it on in due course.

For many of us this was the first time at Salcombe Youth Hostel - reputedly the best in the area. The situation is stunning, the warden friendly and the accommodation spacious. However, there was only one shower (swiftly bagged by Michael Jones) to serve a huge dormitory. Luckily the weather had not been too warm and most of us didn't object to the absence of cleanliness in ourselves or our companions.

Before dinner we all took an excellent walk along the cliff path which gave us a good appetite for the food to come. The eating hall is perhaps one of the best features of the hostel so the poor self-caterers, who had to eat elsewhere, felt rather left out.

After dinner the more sedate members of the party relaxed and read ancient copies of Cycletouring - great. The others rushed about as usual and played tricks on each other. This culminated in Mark Moxham's bike being locked out of the bike shed by Steven who found it necessary to hide under a bed to avoid the wrath of Mark. (Oh the fun we have.)

The night was uneventful apart from the wetting of two beds in Ken and Julie's family room. (I wonder which beds? Ken won't tell us!)

Sunday morning was very leisurely until Michael announced at 9.15 that he wanted a 9.30 start. Most of us managed this to within 15 minutes or so but we then spent the next half hour taking photos etc.

The steep hill to the hostel that had been so difficult the previous evening was a delight to speed down and we soon found ourselves at the very small passenger ferry manned by a slightly bemused ferryman. At the other side we stopped for hot drinks at a kiosk - this Section certainly has its priorities correct.

The first part of the journey was hard work with a series of hills and sharp descents which needed great care. Later on, we split the group into trackies and roadies, meeting up again at Slapton where we had lunch in a rather exposed and drizzly position. After lunch we cycled along the Ley and up the hill to Strete, where we lost the Paignton contingent who went back via a coffee stop at Blackpool Sands and the Dartmouth Ferry. The rest of us returned through Totnes via Forces Cross and Corkscrew Hill.