Michael arrived at the start to find nobody there - hardly surprising in view of the weather and the half term holidays. The ride was therefore cancelled.

Michael and Dominic met at the start, but in view of the very unpleasant weather conditions we just had a chat and went home.

Luke, Michael and Gavin met at Crofters but decided to abandon the ride again in view of the unpleasant weather. Perhaps next week we'll actually get to have a ride!

No takers again for the junior ride, although many of the youngsters were away for the week with the school. We'll see what happens next week.

We all felt like an adventurous ride this evening, so after following the back lanes to Ashburton and having a look through the gates of Rendells auction rooms at Stonepark we set off for the big climb to Halshanger Cross and the even bigger climb on to Cold East Cross. The moor was still and quiet apart from the numerous sheep and skylarks that dotted the landscape. Next we took the track descent to Buckland and then continued down through the woods to Spitchwick Common. Luke managed to throw the Frisbee into the river but he seemed to enjoy the task of retrieving it despite the coldness of the water and rockiness of the river bed.

We were fortunate enough to spot two deer crossing the lane as we climbed through the woods to Gallant Le Bower - the second time this season. As it was still light we decided to take the track through Hembury Woods, bringing us home at the slightly later than usual time of 9.50.

The constant drizzle at the start of the ride persuaded us to head southwards and to keep within sprinting distance of home! The vegetarian restaurant at Dartington provided very enjoyable (if expensive) refreshments, and when we emerged the drizzle had all but disappeared. We rode up Totnes Downhill, took the steep descent to Bow Bridge and decided to climb Corkscrew Hill in search of a lunch spot. Sure enough, not too far from the top we found a footpath that led through an opening in the hedge, and from our position at the top of the field we enjoyed panoramic views of the whole Tuckenhay valley.

We didn't want to be too late home today, so we proceeded to Forces Cross and Moreleigh, returning via Rattery.

No excuses for the zero turnout tonight, so it was decided that this will be the last junior ride of the season.

After a wonderful, sunny week the rain came down in torrents especially to ruin our evening ride. Everyone present preferred a social, so computer games were the order of the evening.

Summer was here at last, and we were all looking forward to this energetic ride to Hope Cove with eager anticipation. Our outward route took us through South Brent and Loddiswell, by which time Oliver was beginning to feel the effects of his complete absence of cycling whilst at university. The quaint old shops near the cove provided a good range of food for lunch, which we enjoyed on the sandy beach of Outer Hope. The area was relatively quiet, so we were able to really enjoy the sea, sand and seagulls. Before leaving we did a quick tour of Inner Hope, complete with its crab pots and lookout shelter.

We had already decided that the Avon Mill cafe near Loddiswell would be providing afternoon refreshments, so without further ado we retraced our outward route as far as the river Avon and enjoyed tea, elderflower cordial and muffins in the quiet shade of the small cafe. It was nearly 4pm when we left to climb the steep hill to Woodleigh. From there we returned home via Moreleigh, Diptford and Rattery after a thoroughly exhilarating ride.

A perfect midsummer's evening lured us ‘moorwards’ - through Ashburton and up Auswell hill to Buckland in the moor. The views were magnificent, and as we waited by Buckland church the tower bell chimed the hour through the stillness. Spitchwick Common was well populated by a group of school children playing ball games, but their laughter merely added to the magical atmosphere that was to be found everywhere this evening. After a contented chat overlooking the river we headed homewards via Hembury woods.