At last we were in a spell of cooler weather, and Jenny Quick took the opportunity to make a welcome return to club activities after her recent back problems. The track from Littlehempston towards Redpost was dry today and quite easy going - unlike our last visit! On emerging at the far end we diverted to Pick 'n' Park at Ipplepen for refreshments - just what the doctor ordered. Matthew Jago's parents happened to be there as well, and they informed us that Matthew had fallen off his bike and suffered some unpleasant injuries. The news certainly explained his long period of absence.

Congratulations to young Robert, who performed admirably on his first ride.

This was a leisurely ride through Ashburton and up to Cold East Cross - the moor was enchanting this evening. We used the descent to Ashburton to explore a new lane through Druid, a pleasant alternative to the usual Auswell hill.

A lot of main road work took us through the Gappah pick-up and down Telegraph Hill to the Kenn valley, where we enjoyed lunch under the shade of some trees. Martin Luke had some difficulty finding a taker for his weird crisps, but Mark Hedges seemed to like them.

As we were so close to the sea we decided to break all sensible rules and head for Dawlish Warren - it was overflowing with tourists of course, but several members enjoyed a dip and the subsequent walk/ride along the sea wall to Dawlish. After some more main roads to Teignmouth we then got away from it all with the climb to Stoke-in-Teignhead's Old Bakery cafe, where the proprietor could not conceal his disappointment that his cafe was to be filled with such clientele - he preferred the type that bought 15 cream teas rather than our mix of cheap drinks and other assorted snacks.

Return was via Newton Abbot and yet more main roads. Buckfastleigh starters covered 48 miles in the ride's 8.5 hours.

Rain began at 6.45 and was forecast to continue all evening. Compromise ruled the day: we rode half way along Colston road, then the keen ones continued to Hood and back along the main road, everyone meeting at Michael's for some more Star Trek: The Next Gen videos.

Many members stayed at home today in order to prepare for tomorrow's big event. Dave Humphreys led the remainder to the destination for lunch, and then home via Widecombe. They got a bit damp, but still enjoyed the ride.

This epic tour took us from Loch Lomond to Lochinver via Skye, Raasay and the Outer Hebrides. The most remarkable fact about the tour is that it was completely unremarkable. Nothing went wrong. The trains were on time, we didn't miss any ferries, nobody suffered any serious accidents or cycle breakdowns, and the weather was adequately dry and sunny for most of the tour. Everything went exactly according to plan. Which means, of course, that there isn't a lot to say in this report!

Getting a group of sixteen to Scotland with bikes is difficult enough, but it's even more complicated when participants come from different parts of the UK. The aim was to get everyone to join the 0716 Penzance to Glasgow train at their nearest station, loading bikes into the guard's van. The fourteen from Devon joined the train at Newton Abbot at 0956, Mark hopped on at Bristol Temple Meads, Stuart and James took a connecting train from Swindon and joined us at Cheltenham Spa and finally Paul Smith took a connecting train from Basingstoke to join us at Birmingham New Street at 1320. Everything went to plan and we arrived in Glasgow Central station on timeat 1745.

Ideally we would have liked to go all the way to our main starting point at Fort William, but it just wasn't possible to do that in a single day so we rode across Glasgow to Queen Street Station and took the local train to Balloch. From there it was just a short ride of around 2 miles to the spectacular Loch Lomond hostel, a huge mansion set on the shores of Loch Lomond. We had evening meals waiting for us when we arrived soon after 7.30.

We had to start early today so we could ride the five miles to Mallaig in time to catch the 1045 ferry to Armadale, on the Isle of Skye. We then rode around the island to Broadford where we were able to buy provisions for the evening and then continued to Sconser where we took the 1715 ferry to the Isle of Raasay. From here it was just a few miles' ride to the hostel. We had ridden around 40 miles today in total.

At Raasay hostel we discovered that Martin Hills liked his home comforts. The hostel is very simple, and it all became too much for Martin when the heavy rain began. He was cold and miserable and could find nothing nice to say about the poor little hostel. Admittedly the warden seemed to prefer the company of some older hostellers, treating our group rather coldly at times. For example, the tiny common room was the only warm place for sitting and chatting, but it was already full with the other hostellers. We therefore retired to our dormitory to make the best of the situation, and were told not to use the dormitory as a common room and not to keep walking in and out with wet feet!

Without the Tartan contingent a depleted group had a short ride up the Hembury track and back via Holne. The cyclists managed to return before dark - a rare thing with Michael, but then Simon didn't have lights!