The weather looked rather threatening and the forecast had not been promising when the first six set off from Buckfastleigh. Along the way to the ferry at Starcross six more were added to the party at the agreed points and we arrived there in good time - 12:20. Lunch was consumed while we waited, and the appearance of the diminutive craft reminded those of us who had been on the Scotland tour (1986) of the 'ferry' between North Uist and Harris. It was a squeeze to get us on, with the master rather concerned about his paintwork, but at 80p per bike he couldn't really complain. It's worth noting that he left five minutes early, so a last minute dash for the ferry might not be worthwhile.

At Budleigh, Jason was the last to join the group, and Michael let the youngsters play on the beach for a few minutes - the weather had held so far. On to Sidmouth and the Mocha cafe, where 'Patrons are requested to keep their dogs leashed and on the floor'!

Over the river Sid and British Gas jokes, up the worst hill of the day for the delightful sight of the hostel. It now started to rain. We realised how hard when Graham, Jackie and Matthew from Torbay dripped in an hour later. Further entertainment was provided partly by the warden, who had a fire drill at 10.30, and partly by Brett, who was annoyed to find that he had put some holly in his own bed.