The forecast rain was nowhere to be seen as we were eating breakfast. After packing the bikes and admiring the magnificent coastal views in the morning sunshine we set off for the village to explore the local shops. First off was the Tintagel Toy Museum, displaying a huge range of antique toys and figures as well as offering newer items for sale. Ashley bought a dragon for his bedroom, and Olly took the lucky dip and ended up with some face paints! After another supermarket stop we called in to Granny Wobblys fudge pantry where the proprietor was making more fudge in a huge caldron on the stove. After trying several samples we bought a few flavours for our journey home, but Butterscotch was definitely the most popular.

Today we had to ride just 12 miles to return to the car. We set off up the long climb from Tintagel, pausing on the way up to wonder what went on at Thermo Fisher Scientific. Nothing on the signs gave a clue, and peering into the nearest window to read the sign on a bucket only revealed the words "Paper Towels Only". We decided that something dodgy must go on there, but a later check of the internet revealed that it "designs and produces innovative chemical Building Blocks and Screening Compounds, and provides Medicinal Chemistry for the drug discovery industry".

The forecast rain rolled in just after reaching the top, light at first but getting us nicely wet by the time we reached the cars. The advance planning for the car location was now fully appreciated, and we felt ourselves very fortunate to have secured such generally good weather over the weekend in what had otherwise been a very unsettled week.

Michael used his Satnav to take us home by the shortest route, via Launceston, Tavistock and Princetown. It was indeed a scenic route, but Olly and Ashley were more interested in using the time to paint their faces rather than admire the views!

This had been an excellent weekend with generally good weather and some brand new cycling territory. The youngsters amazed us all by riding more than 30 miles after 12pm on the Saturday, so congratulations to everyone who took part.

Olly seemed surprised when we took the old Ashburton road to get to Landscove: being an ex-pupil of Landscove primary school he thought he knew everything there was to know about getting there! He was reassured when he saw the sign to Landscove, although wasn't so happy when he saw where it was pointing - up the steep hill to Chuley cross!

We turned left at Parkfield cross and then took a vote on whether to take the muddy track or the Thornecroft lane route to Landscove. There were some tense moments when the votes were evenly split, but eventually Jordan swung the decision by changing his vote (under a little pressure) in favour of the track.

The field sections were fine, but around one of the middle gates there was what can only be described as a mud bath. Jordan was beginning to regret his change of vote as he carefully picked his way through the mud. A few seconds later he chose just the wrong spot to step and his foot became totally submerged in the quagmire. He hopped around swearing for at least a minute during which time of course he got even muddier - poor Jordan!

The gardens at the Hillside tearooms have been improved recently with the addition of lawn seats and a circular pond where the large oak seat and table used to be. We enjoyed Salcombe Dairy ice creams and other refreshments, then the youngsters had a lot of fun running around the many paths that surround the garden, hiding from each other.

On the way out Olly, Sam and Zac practiced their fishing skills by trying, unsuccessfully, to catch fish from the nursery fishpond, and Dennis found himself in deep trouble with Michael for interfering with one of the lemons in the greenhouse.

After a few minutes playing in the nearby playing field we headed home via Green Lane, delayed a little by Olly who suffered the consequences of trying to turn on gravel. Fortunately he was wearing gloves and long trousers, so he got away with just a few bruises.

Our special car-assisted ride to Padstow and the Camel trail, postponed from May, attracted the maximum nine participants that we could carry in our two cars, but we were disappointed that more of our junior members didn't seem to be interested in what was always going to be one of the best rides of the summer.

With 6 bikes and 4 people packed into Charles' car and 3 bikes and 5 people in Michael's car we finally set off at around 10.45 for the hour-long journey to Bodmin. There was a single shower on the way down, but by the time we parked in the Camel Trail carpark the sun was shining and summer stayed with us for the rest of the day.

Michael had brought his new high-definition camcorder on the ride today, making sure it was working well for the forthcoming Lake District tour. The camcorder offers true high-definition recording, which consequently also allows much higher quality still frames to be taken from the video than are possible with standard-definition video. Compare the widescreen stills attached to this report with those taken on our 1993 Easter tour to see the improvement.

We made good speed along the Camel Trail through Wadebridge despite the huge number of cyclists, as we didn't want to be too late for lunch. The tide was in and the Camel estuary looked magnificent in the afternoon sunshine. Poor Freddie, who has a Giant Rock mountain bike, was devastated to see that almost every other bike on the trail was a Giant Rock too! Many had numbers on them however, so we presumed that one of the hire shops probably had nothing but Giant Rocks for hire!

Many of the group headed for Rick Stein's fish and chip shop when we arrived at Padstow and were very pleased with their purchases, but Michael, who wasn't so keen to part with £7 for battered fish fried in "beef dripping", preferred the wide range of vegetarian pasties in the Presto pasty shop. Everyone settled down on a conveniently-vacated seat amidst the bustle of Padstow harbour and were royally entertained by a brass band that struck up nearby. It really was a surreal atmosphere with the attractive boats and the moving music, which included the theme from the film The Mission.

There was time for shopping, then we headed around to the other side of the harbour for the main attraction of the day - the fifteen-minute speedboat trip around the estuary. Initial interest from the majority fizzled down to just three takers for the trip for some inexplicable reason, so only Henry, Ryan and Michael ended up enjoying what must be one of the most exciting boat trips available anywhere in the south west. The driver performed plenty of twists and turns than ensured Ryan got soaked by the spray - but that's all part of the fun! The 'landies' bought BB guns from the local shops and seemed very happy with their purchases.

Time was pressing so we reluctantly said goodbye to the bustle of Padstow and headed back along the trail, over the railway bridge and through Wadebridge. Olly was smart enough to spot and capture a tiny shrew by the side of the trail, which he proudly showed off to the rest of the group.

Everyone was strangely tired when we got back to the cars, so the journey home was relatively quiet. We made it back to Buckfastleigh by 6.25 after what had been an action-packed and very enjoyable day.

Flooding in the Tewkesbury area the previous Friday had left the rail route closed between Cheltenham and Birmingham right up to the end of Sunday, and nobody from National Rail or Virgin Trains could tell us whether our trains would run until the morning of travel. We prepared the cars for the worst case scenario, but at 5.15am Monday morning we were told that the line was reopened - a huge relief for Charles and Michael who really didn't want to drive 321 miles each way!

We had to split over two sets of trains, since our wonderful modern train service can't carry more than four bikes per train. The 7.03 from Newton was running ok with predicted delays of 45 minutes on the section to Birmingham, but the Acland family 0718 service had been cancelled, presumably as a result of engines being in the wrong place after the weekend closure. They managed to get onto the 0803 service instead, but we really had no idea how the travel plans would work out since several changes were involved in both journeys and we didn't have enough bike spaces booked on the replacement trains.

A freight train derailment north of Bristol Parkway left single line working that caused unexpected delays. We saw the floods and news helicopters as we passed Tewkesbury at a rather slow pace, so by the time Michael's group reached Birmingham they had missed the booked 1021 to Crewe. The next train was the 1103, but that was the train Charles' group was on! The friendly guard let us put all 8 bikes on until Wolverhampton, whereupon the Aclands disembarked. After another couple of changes Michael's group arrived at Oxenholme at 2.03 and Charles' group arrived five minutes later - exactly the times we had originally planned to arrive! We were amazed, and very impressed with the network.

The sun was shining brightly as we set off from Oxenholme, guided faultlessly through Kendal by Michael's latest gadget, a satellite navigation system. This year's summer had been unsettled throughout so we considered ourselves fortunate to start the tour with such good weather. We took the B road through Crook to the ferry jetty at Windermere and settled down on the wall in the late afternoon sunshine to take a repeat of our 1991 photo taken at the same spot. This is the largest natural lake in England with an area of 14.7 sq km and a depth of 65m near its northern end. We followed the eastern edge for several miles, through the towns of Bowness and Ambleside, stopping at a well-stocked garage shop along the way to buy supper and breakfast.

A few more scenic miles brought us quickly to the picturesque village of Grasmere, confusingly having the same name as its nearby lake and famous as being the home of the poet Wordsworth. We headed straight for Butharlyp Howe, one of two hostels in the village, and were very impressed with its country setting and facilities. The lads definitely had the best dorm, being spacious and offering pleasant views across the nearby countryside. The self-catering kitchen was in a separate building in the gardens, and it was here that Freddie impressed everyone by preparing an excellent meal from just pasta and cheese!

There was a games room in the basement kitted out with pool, table football and a gigantic version of Connect 4, and this kept everyone entertained until the late evening when Michael brought out his laptop in the dorm and started the first of many 6-player Bomberman contests.

A quick check of the hostel's internet service confirmed that the fine weather would continue all day, so when we finally got away at 10am we headed straight for the Faeryland boat hire company on the edge of the lake. It was exactly where Michael remembered it to be from the 1991 tour, but everything was closed with no signs indicating whether it might ever open again! The local tourist information office in the hotel advised that the owner had no contact telephone number and no particular opening hours, but that he was "likely" to be there by 11am as it was peak season!

We amused ourselves for half an hour by browsing the various outdoor equipment shops in the village, during which time Olly bought a Frisbee football and others tried out a balancing board. When we returned to the bikes Michael was amazed to see that his speedo, which had been reading 21 miles when we left the hostel, now showed 40 miles! There appeared to be no logical explanation for this whatsoever, just as there seemed no explanation for why the Satnav couldn't work out where we were in the village, or why mobile phones didn't seem to work near the shops! Grasmere is apparently not a good place for electronic equipment!

When we returned to Faeryland we were relieved to find that the proprietor had finally arrived, so once Fred had fed the ducks and swans we set about hiring two 4-person rowing boats and spent a very enjoyable hour navigating the delightful lake, surrounded on all sides by Lakeland hills and mountains. Everyone had a go at rowing, although some were definitely better than others - Sam won first prize on the yellow boat and Charles did best on the red.

We had been warned by the proprietor that if we were out for more time than the designated hour we'd lose some of our £20 deposit. Michael's boat got back with 3 minutes to spare and Charles' with just 1 minute, so Olly was bragging about how they got better value for their £15 by spending more time on the water. When Michael pointed out that Charles' team had landed on the far side and spent a full 10 minutes walking around on the land, he had to accept that Michael's team had actually done best in this regard!

We kept Jill happy by agreeing to a quick coffee, then we headed off with some speed along the climb to Dunmail Raise and along the length of Thirlmere, a long reservoir enlarged from the original lake in 1894. A further burst of speed brought us to the busy town of Keswick in time for a rather late lunch, but we were rewarded by finding one of the best sandwich shops in the country just waiting to serve us with a huge range of baguettes and Paninis custom made to order. An old fashioned sweet shop sold us sweets from jars and the local coop provided a good range of food for supper and breakfast.

When Michael had finally coaxed the slower shoppers out of the store we set off for a track detour to the hostel - without telling the youngsters of course! This began with a stiff climb to Ashness Bridge, a delightful beauty spot that had attracted many tourists. Further up the hill came the most amazing view we had ever seen, looking right across Derwent Water towards Keswick. This is where the photo was taken that appears on the front of OS map 90, so we spent a little time checking the map to see what had changed!

The going was fairly easy for the next few miles and we were soon at Watlendath, home of the tarn named the Devil's Punchbowl. Numerous ducks bobbing around in the sunshine helped make it an idyllic spot, but sadly we didn't have time to stop for the drinks offered at the farmhouse.

Our route took us off-road on the bridleway that leads over the mountain and down into Borrowdale. Michael had warned us that it was a bit steep and rough, but fortunately the climb didn't last long and we were soon resting on the grassy verges at the top admiring a view that was more reminiscent of Austria than Britain. It was only by going off-road that we had been able to experience the utter tranquillity of this place, with mountain ranges, hills and forests stretching out for miles in each direction.

The descent was much longer, but turned out to be slow going because it was almost unrideable for most of the way. The views just kept on getting better as we continued, but there were a few moans here and there as new stretches of steep, rocky path opened out below us. We passed numerous packs of huge rocks along the way, evidently left there for path repairs: Michael felt they had been dropped by helicopter, but Charles disagreed. When we finally reached the tarmac at the bottom of Borrowdale there was relief all round.

Borrowdale hostel was just a mile or so down the valley, and we were not disappointed by what we found. Situated in a secluded woodland glade it was well equipped with an enormous games room, a comfortable lounge with internet station and large gardens all around. The dorms may have been a bit cramped compared to Grasmere, but then Grasmere was exceptional.

Several other youngsters in the games room joined in the table tennis competition with our group, making it a very homely atmosphere. As usual, the evening concluded with a massive Bomberman session in the dorm, where Michael just lost to the other five 10-9.

Last night's weather forecast predicted rain until 12.00, so we got up late, enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then played numerous games of table tennis with the other young hostellers who were all very friendly. The rain was easing at 11.30 so we rode the two miles to Seathwaite and climbed the waterfall known as Sour Milk Gill. Well, to be strictly correct, five of us climbed the waterfall while Olly, Sam and Freddie preferred to wait by the bikes! Those who did the short climb enjoyed some magnificent views of the valley below.

When we returned in the now brightening conditions we decided to take advantage of the homely cafe for an early lunch. Some even had pan-fried trout, caught in the adjacent fishing pools, and the overall opinion of all the food was excellent.

Availability of hostels when the tour was originally booked in May meant that our next hostel was just a few miles away, at Buttermere. All we had to do was to climb Honister Pass at 356m, and considering we were starting at 103m this only involved a climb of 253m! The lower stages were very steep and caused problems for Olly and Henry, but eventually we emerged at the top to the sight of the Honister Slate mine, now open to visitors. We narrowly decided against the 90-minute tour of the mines, opting instead for a browse around the visitor centre and the purchase of some refreshments - including our first sample of "Mars cake". The slate produced at the mine seems to be mainly used for house signs and chess boards!

The downhill to Buttermere was steep in places but great fun to ride. All too quickly we were admiring the views across Buttermere, where Michael seemed to be getting excited about confirming the location of one of his 1991 photos!

We hadn't seen a shop all day, and as Michael was thinking about this he remembered that on the previous visit in 1991 we had discovered that locals go all the way to Keswick to get their food! We had been banking on plenty of shops in Buttermere village, but when we arrived at the hostel the warden confirmed that there was only a cafe there, and that the only food we were going to be able to get was from his hostel kitchen. We'd managed to avoid the cost of hostel meals so far, but tonight it seemed the YHA were going to win.

Having dropped our bags at the hostel we rode the mile or so down to the village and made the most of the cafe by purchasing a range of drinks and some more Mars cake. Charles and Michael had hoped to use our surplus time for a walk to Robinson Ridge behind the hostel, which offers excellent views across Buttermere to the mountains beyond, but Olly and Henry refused point blank to cycle the half-mile uphill detour required so we contented ourselves with the view from the first ridge and then headed back to the hostel.

Buttermere hostel looked nice from the outside and was in a pleasant location, but we all found it a little disappointing compared to the previous hostels. There was no tv reception, no internet station, no games room and no mobile reception. The showers were ok until Charles had a go, whereupon a pipe burst and we were deprived of hot water for the rest of our stay! We hadn't seen a shop all day so those who didn't have emergency rations had to buy the hostel meals: these did turn out to be excellent however, and the atmosphere in the dining room was rather upmarket, with table service for all!

Our evening was concluded with the usual Bomberman contests where Michael was once again narrowly defeated by the others, and an episode of the latest season of Doctor Who.

The burst pipe at Buttermere hostel had reached alarming proportions as we came down for breakfast: a stream of water had somehow worked its way down through three storeys to the dining room where it was running down the main light flex, around the bulb holder and down onto the floor! The bulb had been removed but we didn't see how they could have switched off the power without also leaving the whole room in darkness, so we gave it a wide berth!

The heavy rain falling outside left everyone feeling a little down as we waited on the western-style porch at 9.15. We had 32 miles to cover today, our longest mileage of the tour, and it looked like being a very miserable journey. Michael eyed up the warden's PC behind the reception desk and asked if he could get an accurate weather forecast and public transport times from it so we could make the right decision for the youngsters. But he refused point blank, pointing us instead to unhelpful bus timetables that covered only parts of the day's route and to a printed forecast that gave only a vague idea of the day's weather. We felt like nominating him for the Unhelpful Warden of the Year award!

So at 9.25 we decided to bite the bullet and set off, with Michael's Satnav removing all the worry of wrong turns and multiple wet maps and giving a constant readout of how many miles remained! Within five minutes however the rain stopped, leaving us with a dry 19-mile ride all the way past Loweswater to Ennerdale Bridge. Here the youngsters insisted on taking a break in the well-equipped park, but Heidi, not to be left out, was to be seen playing Hopscotch!

It was during the climb of the 290m Scaly Moss pass that the rain set in. This was the most testing time of the tour for the younger riders. We hadn't seen a single shop all morning so we were dependent on chocolate rations to keep everyone going. The rain continued for around an hour and a half, keeping us soaked all the way over the top of the pass and down the other side. The eerie towers of the Sellafield nuclear reprocessing plant gradually became visible through the mist and rain as we made the descent, but we didn't feel any particular radioactive glow as we passed it.

A few miles along the main road we finally arrived at Gosforth, a village that we were sure would have a shop. In the event it turned out to have not only a shop (the first we had seen since Keswick) but also a cafe, located over the shop and run by a friendly proprietor who went out of his way to help everyone dry out and meet our various needs. It's hard to describe the relief shown by some of the youngsters as they got out of the rain and shared the hot air hand driers! We ordered - and got - whatever we wanted within reason and were so grateful for the service that we didn't ask the prices. The bill came as something of a shock, but we had received large portions of food and welcome shelter from the weather so we were fairly well satisfied.

As we finished our shopping for supper and breakfast we noticed that the rain had now stopped, so the final few miles to the hostel turned out to be very pleasant, even blessed with a few sunny spells. We had made good progress despite the rain so we had time to stop at the Eskdale to Ravenglass miniature steam railway station at Dalegarth. A train was about to leave and when the female guard told us it would be a 40-minute round trip to Ravenglass six of us hopped on at once. It really was a unique experience travelling on the 15" gauge track in an open-top carriage. We were just beginning to enjoy it when the guard told us that she had made a mistake, and in fact the journey would take 40 minutes each way! We felt this was too long for Olly and Freddie to wait at Dalegarth, and the only alternative was to alight at the first station, Fisherground, and take the next train back! The journey took only 8 minutes each way, and for the privilege of this 16-minute round trip we were charged £4.80 per adult and £2.40 per child - exactly half the price of the 80-minute full trip! We felt somewhat ripped off, but made the best of the journey.

Eskdale hostel was just a few more miles up the valley. It advertises itself as being "child-friendly" so we had high expectations when we arrived. It was indeed a nice hostel, although once again it lacked games room and internet service. Michael recruited another new member (Freddie) to his Condensed Milk club and the youngsters enjoyed some outdoor fun in the grounds before settling down for the inevitable Bomberman contests in the dorm.

Friday's ride started with the assault of Hardknott Pass, reaching a height of 393m from a starting point of just 76m - that's 317m of climb. A person at the cafe yesterday had laughed when they heard we were tackling Hardknott today! Olly was very tired at first and struggled with the steeper sections, but Sam and Freddie volunteered to help Michael with a bike assistance scheme which involved stopping every so often to go back for someone else's bike! In this way we all got to the top at around the same time, with everyone challenged according to their ability.

There were spectacular views going right back to the coast, but it was, not surprisingly, very windy, making photography rather difficult. Good brakes were required on the steep descent which certainly justified the clump of double arrows on the map. No sooner had we reached the bottom than we had to begin the climb of the next pass, Wrynose. This, surprisingly, reached exactly the same height of 393m, but because we were starting from 220m it didn't seem nearly as bad. Nobody needed help this time, so the leaders had time to enjoy the further views into the Eastern Lake District.

At this point Michael realised that he had somehow misprinted the day's mileage: he had put 24m on the tour sheet but clearly it wasn't going to be more than 14m in total. Freddie, being Freddie, managed to overhear Michael telling Charles that the mileage was lower and proceeded to tell all the other youngsters that they were being led on an unnecessary detour! After an exciting descent to Little Langdale the younger riders totally believed Freddie and slowed to a crawl when we took a sharp left! It was a small detour of perhaps two miles, but it was all part of the planned route and the day was very easy by any standards. By the time everyone had reached the top near Blae Tarn Michael had managed to disseminate the truth, but he was not pleased that his announcement of what should have been good news had somehow been turned around to sound like bad news!

Our main event of the day was to climb a hill, or pike as it is called in the Lake District. We had chosen Side Pike because it was a fairly easy climb, to 335m. After negotiating a flooded section of road we parked the bikes near the road and everyone took part in the climb, which offered superb views across Great Langdale to Langdale Fell. There were a few walkers on the other side, and a Fell Runner who seemed to descend the hills very quickly indeed.

Once again we had seen no shop all day. Dungeon Ghyll Force waterfall looked a possibility with its tourist markings on the map, but when we arrived there was only a hotel and a car park. There was no choice but to press on to Chapel Style, and here at last was a shop of sorts. Langdale Stores didn't have any yoghurts and the range of food was very limited, but we managed to find a few items and ate lunch outside in the car park.

A few showers started heading our way so we headed quickly along the last couple of miles to Elterwater, arriving by 4pm. Fortunately the warden had left the common room open so we could settled down in comfort to play games and read the papers while the showers merged together outside. It was just possible to get mobile phone reception by standing on the wall outside the hostel, but every time Michael went there a heavy shower drenched him!

We just managed to squeeze all the bikes into the tiny bike shed when the warden arrived, and generally speaking the evening was enjoyable, with a well equipped kitchen and pleasant dining room. The rain was beating down outside while we settled down to the serious business of computer games and Doctor Who.