After a good sleep and a good breakfast (well Jude only had two cereal bars but it seemed to be all he wanted) the wardens allowed us a peek at the famous front dorm, partially sunk into the ground with windows overlooking the sea. In years gone by this was always allocated to our group, but now it has been divided into two smaller dorms and a larger washroom and is allocated, perhaps unfairly, exclusively to females. It still looks like a great place to sleep though.

After a final look over the cliff at the sea views we headed back up the track from the hostel, pausing only so that George could pump his tyre. We then allowed Google to find us a good cycling route to Wadebridge. It took us through Treven, Tregatta, Treknow and Trebarwith, only narrowly missing out on Trewarmett. The double-arrowed hill out of the valley was so steep that a car suffered major wheelspin at the bottom until he found the right angle. We, of course, all rode the hill with no difficulty.

After some more quiet lanes and gentle climbs the second part of the ride was nearly all downhill, to St Kew and on along the main road to Wadebridge. We were heading for a recommended coffee shop called Relish Food and Drink. It turned out to be very busy, which presumably is a good sign, so we settled on a table outside and ended up very impressed with the top quality coffees and cakes. This is the first tour that Michael has selected specific cafes in advance for each day of the tour – it certainly seems like a good idea so far.

The Camel Trail cycle path took is along the Camel Estuary to Padstow in speedy fashion, offering some great views and taking us past many hundreds of cyclists who had all hired bikes from the cycle hire shops at each end. At Padstow, Rick Stein’s fish and chips café had the usual long queues so we went into the village and bought pasties from one of the three pasty shops adjacent to each other on the main street. Michael was happy because they had an apple, rhubarb and custard one left. We ate our lunch on a bench overlooking the picturesque harbour, watching seagulls annoying the visitors. Some drizzle appeared while we popped into a bakers shop for some cakes, but it soon dried up again.

After getting some provisions from the local Co-op we headed on up the hill and over to Harlyn Bay. We had half an hour to spare so everyone got barefoot and had fun on the superb beach. John successfully negotiated a mini-rapids in the stream and we checked out a nearby cave.

When sand had eventually been removed from toes and feet we headed on to Constantine Bay and then followed the coast path the short distance to Treyarnon Bay. Arriving at the youth hostel the warden remembered Michael from previous visits and was eager to show us around his newly-refurbished hostel, opening today for the first day of the season. It really was all very new, the smell of fresh paint wafting around everywhere. He wanted us to give us our feedback when we left, so we made a point of marking everything carefully.

The rooms, corridors and toilets were great but the all-new showers had fixed shower heads which made the showering process much longer than it needed to be. The cubicles were good, but we’re not sure why YHA are still wasting good money installing inferior shower equipment for new refurbishments.

This hostel has a café open to the passing public, so we had coffee first and then went down again after showers for the meal. This was another disappointment. YHA have introduced standardised “Metro” menus that are rather limited. Pizzas turned out OK, but John ordered a Chicken Tikka salad and ended up with much smaller Chicken Tikka skewers, which was a starter. He pointed out the error and the warden went away, transferred the skewers to a bowl of salad and presented it back to him again. John was not happy, feeling that he should have had a lot more Chicken Tikka for the extra £2.75!

To conclude a good day we set up Atomic Bomberman on Michael’s laptop in the dorm and played several games before retiring to bed at 11. Overall we liked the hostel refurbishment, but we really hope YHA listen to us about the showers.

When John had fixed George’s puncture and we had taken our group photos around the hostel we spent a little time watching the surfers on Treyarnon Bay. It was a cloudy and rather chilly start to the day and we didn't think it looked a lot of fun. We then set off towards Newquay. As usual Michael had thoughtfully planned morning coffee at the Carnewas Tea Room, Bedruthan Steps, and after a route that involved only one minor climb we arrived on time at 11.00.

When the excellent cakes and drinks had been consumed we discovered that access to the Bedruthan Steps was free even though the site is owned by the National Trust. Without further ado we dressed up warmly and headed along the headland, noticing several inaccessible beaches at the bottom of the cliffs, to the steep stone steps that lead down to Bedruthan beach. John decided to watch from the top while the rest of us descended the steps.

The steps have suffered coastal erosion at various times in the past, so on some previous tours they were closed to the public. Now, expensive thick netting has been installed to prevent the rocks from falling away either side of the steep steps. The beach at the bottom was fabulous, situated in a secluded cove. The tide was half in, preventing us from reaching the second series of beaches, but we were able to walk as far as Redcove Island. Here the sun came out making the whole scene perfect – John missed out on one of the most enjoyable locations of the tour.

Returning to the bikes we continued to Newquay, stopping briefly to admire the breath-taking expanse of Watergate Bay. Google took us up a path short-cut that brought us to Newquay Seafront, from where we rode along the main tourist street that was packed with cheap-looking trinkets shops. Dropping down the back of Newquay brought us quickly to Trenance Park and Gardens which, as on all previous tours, is definitely the best part of the town.

Sadly the pedal boats were not open for the new season yet so we parked our bikes under the cherry blossoms and headed into the Lakeside Café, our planned lunch stop. This turned out to be the best café of the tour, offering excellent value meals - several had enormous jacket potatoes with loads of fillings and salad for an excellent price.

Feeling very full we rode out of the park, scattering pigeons in all directions as we went, and after a short section of main road and a right turn towards Crantock we followed an interesting Google route through some delightful lanes and cottages. George’s tyre needed another pump near the Smugglers Den Inn but there was no phone signal to tell Michael who had gone on to the next hill, but eventually we were all reunited for the last few hills to Perranporth.

On many previous tours to the area we visited an attraction called Goonhavern World in Miniature, boasting outdoor scale models of many of the world’s most famous buildings. Today it was not on the itinerary as it closed several years ago, probably for being too boring!

We went straight down to the seafront where we discovered conditions were now cloudy, chilly and very windy. It didn’t take long to decide that café should come first, so we rode back to Chrissy’s Café, recommended on Google. She was about to close but stayed open for us to enjoy hot drinks and cakes, making it a very enjoyable stop.

Returning to the beach we parked our bikes and walked the very long distance across the beach to the sea, which was already lapping up to the rocky island in the middle of the beach. We watched some people kite-surfing, being pulled along by the very strong winds. We thought it looked fun, although it must be very difficult to control the kite. We climbed to the top of the island for some good views of the beach, coastline and hostel (located at the top of a cliff overlooking the beach). It was very windy, however, so we didn’t hang around for more than a few minutes.

As usual there was a long hill to climb to get to the hostel. As this is a very small hostel we had been allocated to a shared dorm for the first time in many years. Room 2 has been the male dorm at this hostel since it first opened, so it was no surprise that we were in there today. Only three other people were sharing it with us, so it wasn’t as bad as the youngsters expected. In fact one of them was a friendly young chap from Nottingham who was staying here to do some fishing.

Showers were OK here, the kitchen was a little cramped for cooking our meals but the common room overlooking the sea was spacious and cosy. Some families were staying at the hostel with young children which added to the happy atmosphere of the place. After playing some games of Atomic Bomberman in the dorm we headed for bed early as tomorrow would be an early start.

On Easter morning we had an early breakfast so that we could leave by 9am for our longest ride of the tour. As we were getting ready to leave the young children were running excitedly around the hostel on an Easter Egg hunt. Michael was amused to hear the warden explaining to them that their excitement was a result of too much chocolate.

On previous tours we have followed the hilly coastal route to Portreath, but on those occasions we didn’t have to ride all the way to Lands End. So today we took the easiest route as recommended by Google, which included the interesting track shortcut from Trevellas to Mithian. There was plenty of fine country scenery and a great downhill to finish, bringing us into Portreath by around 11 as planned.

The Portreath Bakery was the first food establishment we saw. It was not really a café so we didn’t stop there, but it turned out to be the best bakery of the tour, selling large slices of hot tasty pizza for just £1.50 and some fine-tasting Danish Pastries. We pressed on to the sea front area, checked out the two possible cafes on Michael’s list and settled on The Hub, a very modern-looking café that sold excellent Lattes and delicious cakes.

There were lots of local cyclists by the sea front, apparently waiting for some event to start. When we started up the hill several set off after us and overtook us, including some youngsters, so evidently they were doing some kind of hill climb event. They had no panniers of course and we did give them a good run for their money.

We continued along the coast road to Hayle, passing another great-looking refreshment stop called the Hells Mouth café near Gwithian along the way. By now the weather was very hot and sunny, so it was a relief to pull into Warrens Bakery in Hayle for our planned lunch stop. This turned out to have indoor seating so we sat down to enjoy our very large pasties in comfort.

Our plan to buy lunch at the enormous new Asda superstore opposite the bakery fell flat when we realised it had to stay closed on Easter Day because of trading regulations, so we continued around the Hayle estuary towards St Ives. We had planned to follow the main road but the boys noticed a cycle path that turned out to be quiet and attractive even though it was nearly a mile longer.

The youngsters were desperate to visit a Costa café for some reason, so we let Google lead us to one that was located in Carbis Bay. Sadly it turned out to be inside a Tesco superstore, so it too was closed. Instead we rode down the hill to the busy town of St Ives with is narrow, bustling streets and many cafes. After checking out a few we ended up at the Scoff Troff café which offered good value refreshments in a pleasant environment. George, while heading for the washrooms, somehow managed to get Michael to order him a Latte when he actually wanted a different drink, so we ended up spending a little more than we had intended.

The afternoon was wearing on and we still had 14 miles to go so there was no time to explore the harbour. We pressed on up the steep hill out of St Ives in sweltering heat for the final stage of the day, following the coast through mining country. The road had a lot of ups and downs to start with but had plenty of interesting twists and turns. Gorse featured heavily in the landscape and cameras came out when we came across our first real tin mine, Carn Galver.

We were getting quite tired now and should really have stopped for another break, but even when we saw a delightful looking café, Rosemergy cream teas, we didn’t stop because we thought we should not have three café stops in a day! Well a few miles further along we ran out of energy and had to stop by the Yew Tree gallery, just past Morvah, and since its café was now closed we ended up eating chocolate on the roadside.

Eventually we arrived at Pendeen and Trewellard and decided, even though it was approaching 6.00, to do our optional detour to the mines used in the filming of Poldark. The first beam engine house we came to was Higher Bal, which was impressive enough. Further down the lane however we came to a whole series of engine houses, chimneys and workings, including the famous Levant Mine: it had just closed for the evening so we couldn’t look inside, but there was plenty to see outside. This building was used as Tressiders Rolling Mill in the TV series.

We now followed the track along the coast to Botallack where we found many more derelict buildings and chimneys as well as the Botallack Mines themselves by the sea, used for Wheal Leisure in the series. The whole area looked like a different world, a piece of history from Cornwall’s past preserved for ever. The rich evening sunshine bathed the scene in surreal lighting making this one of the most interesting places we visited on the tour.

It was now approaching 7pm so we headed off, rather late, for the final two-mile ride to the hostel. Google once again found us an interesting route that took us through St Just and then down a lane that seemed to be going the wrong way. Then we found there was a concealed path that took us through some woods and came out just below the hostel.

We had a nice room in the hostel but it was a kind of attached annexe to the main hostel with a rather poor shower. We needed a passcode to get into the main hostel, but several of us did so to use the better showers upstairs, so powerful it would take off a layer of skin if you gave it the chance. The pizzas available from the YHA menu were fairly good here, but after supper we didn’t take long to get to bed after such a long and tiring day.

After a leisurely start we left the hostel at around 9.50 and took the fairly easy route to Land's End itself, a journey of around five miles. The whole site was commercialised a few years ago, but entry was free for cyclists so we wandered down to the First and Last house for some photos and videos. There were cafes on the site but they were more like canteens so we decided to ride the half mile to the Apple Tree café, leaving John to get a funny photo taken by the Land's End sign. This was a small farm café that offered exceptional coffees and cakes, so everyone was more than happy. Dillan and George bought expensive luxury mochas with infusions of vanilla and caramel that cost more than £4 each!

Continuing we took the fairly flat route to Mousehole, avoiding our usual steep route through Lamorna but still entering Mousehole from the coast road direction. Michael had identified four cafes that may serve for lunch, and after ruling out some on cost grounds the youngsters eventually selected Jessie’s Dairy. They had good value Paninis but no washroom, so George had to make a half mile trek through the town. Still, it was a pleasant stop and the food was good.

The route to Newlyn along the coast was flat and easy, including a section of coast path, and the harbour there was large and bustling. We had plans for a final café stop before catching the train, however, so we didn’t hang around. Cycling onwards along the Promenade to Penzance we got some good views of St Michael’s Mount.

Now, at last, George got his wish of a Costa café when we visited the one in the Wharfside Shopping Centre. The great thing about Costa is that you get very large coffees for your money, but by the time we had finished the youngsters had to admit that actually some of the independent cafes we had visited during the tour were a lot better. They live and learn!

After a short ride to the station we loaded our bikes easily onto the 1530 train and took our seats. Seeing a first class carriage in position B where usually there would be second class carriage confused us a little, but we proceeded to our reserved seats in Coach D. Only later did we discover that the first class coach B was being used as second class today: by then, however, all the table seats had been taken, so only Jude and George settled there.

There was time for a few games of Bomberman on the train before we arrived back at Totnes on time at 1758. Michael, who had not planned ahead with the car parking, ended up paying £24 to park in the station car park for five days! He’ll be checking Parkopedia in future to find somewhere cheaper.

This turned out to be another great tour with some very memorable moments and perfect cycling weather throughout. There are plans for an adventurous tour to Norway this summer, so watch this space to find out how we get on.

Michael was suffering from a bad cold but the youngsters still wanted to do the Princetown ride they had planned on the tour, so Michael led the ride from his car. We took the easiest route via Holne and Hexworthy but the youngsters went so fast that we arrived at 12.30.

It was good to return to the Foxtor café after a seven-year break. A huge group of cyclists occupied all the outdoor seats at the back, but inside the café was as cheap and cheerful as ever, with generally average food at generally average prices.

The youngsters were keen to make the ride into a full circuit by returning south of the moor with some car assistance. We went to the start of the cycle path to Burrator but it was not clearly marked and Michael wasn’t totally certain it had been completed all the way. Because of the uncertainty we returned to the main road and joined the path at the bottom where we could see the new bridge had been erected.

We met up again at the reservoir, followed the lanes to Clearbrook and then separated, the cyclist taking the Plym Valley cycleway and Michael taking a rather long road detour. He only reached Plymbridge two minutes before the youngsters, but then the path is downhill all the way.

We continued to Plympton and took Cycle Route 2 through to the northern end of the town. Here we started the car assistance, with Michael taking Jude on to South Brent while Dillan and George continued along the cycle route to Tesco at Lee Mill. From here Michael collected them both and we all met back at Crofters after an adventurous and extremely enjoyable ride.

Our evening ride today took us up Dean Hill, around the Harbourneford circle lane and then down towards South Brent. We turned right along the Splatton lane and stopped for photos on the conveniently-located bench, offering great views across South Brent. Michael was pleased that his new camera could take such good photos when the light was so poor.

We bought a few snacks from the Co-op – the first time we have ever done that on an evening ride – and then returned home via Marley Head and Harbourneford for 9.20. After the ride we looked at some of the video footage from our recent tour.

Julian and Gavin joined us today for a brisk ride along Colston Road to Dartington. Riding through Dartington village we joined the Totnes bypass and followed it right to the top before diverting homewards via Rattery. It was a tiring ride and some were quite chilly by the end, but it made a pleasant change to do a more energetic ride.

Perfect cycling weather prompted Jude and Dillan to take up Michael’s planned 27-mile ride to Cockington. An outward route that took us via Green Lane and Red Post brought us to Marldon in just seventy five minutes, and it was just a few more minutes before we arrived in the picturesque village of our destination.

When we had taken a quick look at the new visitor centre that was put up two years ago we checked out some of the cafes, one of which boasted a live pianist in the garden, and settled on the Weavers café for lunch as the prices were more attractive. The food was good value and the courtyard setting of our outside seats ideal.

Dillan and Jude bought ice-creams, then we wandered up to Cockington Park. We couldn’t resist taking a photo of a pair of enormous Newfoundland dogs on the way, but when we reached the park there was a very large group of doggy people, all with dogs. Cockington Court does organise dog events from time to time but we couldn’t see one advertised today – perhaps it has just become known as a doggy kind of place, for dog lovers to meet and chat! We sat on the grassy lawn above and watched the proceedings with interest.

The shire horses for some reason hadn’t yet started their trap-pulling excursions from Torquay yet so the journey to the sea front was unremarkable today. We rode along the harbour – a new experience for both Dillan and Jude who had not really been to Torquay before – and then doubled back for scones and coffee at a large Costa we had seen.

It was definitely time to be heading home now, so we rode out to Kingskerswell and then home via Two Mile Oak and Broadhempston, which Google reliably informed us was the best cycling route home. We arrived back at 16:04 and had a games social at Crofters until 5pm.

Our plans for an easy introductory ride for two prospective new members had to be abandoned when they were forced to cancel at the last minute, so after some discussion we decided to make the most of the good weather with a longer ride to Bovey Tracey. On arrival the youngsters wanted a café stop but the Brookside Tearooms seemed to have increased its prices yet again, making them virtually unaffordable. We relocated to the Craft tearooms down the road and found things much more reasonable there, although there was still a large bill at the end as the food was so tempting.

We popped into the local Spar to get some sandwiches for lunch, then rode through the park to the old railway cycle path known now as the Wrey Valley Trail. Here Michael was surprised to discover that the bridge at the far end that had been missing for years had now been replaced so that the path could continue much further towards Lustleigh. This was apparently only completed last year.

Riding along the path into Lustleigh village we found ourselves being told off by an irate woman with a dog. Apparently she had seen us coming and had brought her dog under control for us as we rode past: none of us had noticed this, but apparently we were very rude for not thanking her and she wasn’t going to accept that we genuinely hadn’t seen her do anything. Oh well, there are some people you just cannot please.

Google Maps really wanted us to take a different route home but Michael had his mind set on the very steep climb through Lustleigh Cleave so that is the way we went. We stopped on a grassy verge near the top to eat our sandwiches, then continued on past the clapper bridge over the River Bovey where some trial bikes had left a lot of mud on the road. After some steep climbs we then took the Hayne Down road past Bowerman’s Nose, a stack of granite rocks that looks remarkably like a man’s face.

After some ice creams at Hound Tor we continued home via Cold East Cross, saying farewell to Jude at Hemsworthy Gate as he returned to his own home at Ilsington via Haytor.

We hope Jake and Tom will be able to join us on a ride soon.

Having taken the main road to Dartington we followed the cycle path past the weir and the train station and then tried the ‘shortcut’ from Bridgetown to Stoke Gabriel known as Fleet Mill Lane. It was a scenic route, taking us through some unspoiled woodland areas, but some parts were rough, muddy or steep and our youngsters didn’t rate it very highly even though it was popular with the club in the 1980s. The main road alternative via Longcombe is actually a little shorter, has a little less climbing and is a good deal quicker, so we will probably take that route next time around.

Once we reached tarmac at Aish we made good speed to Stoke Gabriel, eagerly awaiting a tasty lunch at the Rivershack Café by the river Dart. When we arrived at 12:40, however, there was no food on display despite there being several members of staff on duty. Enquiries revealed that food was off because they were running a barbecue with live music at 2.30 and they “couldn’t do everything”. Michael pressed a little further and was told that cakes and drinks were available, but she wasn’t going to bring the cakes out for us to look at as they all look like what they are – cake! As there are no other cafes in the area we made the best of the situation and ordered what we thought sounded like good cakes. As it happened they turned out to be exceptional, so we were happy in the end.

There was time to walk along the causeway by Mill Pool, where Michael managed to graze his knee after stepping on some very slippery green seaweed, then we headed homewards via Longcombe, Berry Pomeroy, Littlehempston, Staverton and Caddaford at a good speed.