The threatened rising bell didn't wake us next morning, but a speedboat and a flotilla of yachts did just as well. Members who haven't been to this hostel may find it difficult to picture the fabulous sea and coastal views that greeted us as we drew back the curtains - suffice it to say that we would have been happy to stay in bed all morning.

The first puncture of the day came from Paul as we reached the beach below the hostel. Michael suggested that people should amuse themselves on the beach, but he didn't expect Martyn and Luke to ride across it on their bikes - and everyone was watching when they actually cycled through the sea up to their hubs. OK, they had ATBs, but salt water isn't good for any bike.

Watching the ferryman at Salcombe as we enjoyed a hot drink from the outdoor cafe at East Portlemouthñ was quite enlightening. We reckoned that he must have been taking more than £30 an hour from the various passengers he was transporting. No doubt there are quieter times, but it still seemed quite an easy way to make a living.

There was more action when Michael left his wallet and camera at the cafe and rode all the way to Chivelstone before realising what he had done. The extra ride probably did him good, but it delayed the group just long enough to find the Torcross cafe full up. The weather was perfect, however, so we were happy to eat outside and fool around on the beach for an hour.

Returning via Strete the leading group arrived at Forces Cross cafe just in time to find the proprietress stuck in her car at some temporary traffic lights - she had run out of petrol. Our lads immediately came to her rescue of course, and were later rewarded with a broad smile and a free packet of biscuits. Michael was most envious when he arrived with the stragglers.

This had turned out to be one of our best weekends ever, made possible by a pleasant bunch of youngsters who helped to create a tremendous atmosphere throughout.