On a damp afternoon we took the rough, often muddy Whiddon Farms track through farms and wood to the riverside. Keir avoided a blowout for once, but a puncture at the bottom of the track became the moment that defined the ride.

Adrian’s borrowed bike came to grief when the derailleur wrapped itself in the wheel, sending him home to think how to explain it. The rest carried on over Chuley Cross and back through the lanes, a quiet end to an evening shaped by that mishap.

Rain stopped play on our ride to Fernworthy Reservoir, so we cut it short with a brief run across the moor and headed home for lunch. A day marked by the abrupt change of plan and a quick, wind-swept crossing before the cloud closed in.

Spitchwick was peaceful this evening as we rode past the Witch’s House and up through the Haunted Wood to Buckland, returning via Ashburton. At the finish Shane and Philip decided to join the Salcombe weekend.

Cloudy but dry for the final evening ride of 1992, a simple, sociable spin from Buckfastleigh as dusk set in. Six riders turned out to sign off the season before Friday socials return.

Reaching Higher Ashton as planned, we turned for home via the reservoirs—an uncomplicated day made distinctive by that waterside return.

A lively AGM at Crofters fixed on safety and broader activities. Members agreed to encourage helmet use and fund better first aid, including a survival blanket; Dave Robinson chipped in £2. The Section Delegate role remained vacant.

Big numbers bred muddle at Pennball Cross: one bunch took the muddy track; Michael’s group reached an empty three‑way junction and searched for the right line. They chose left into heavy mud, while the right‑turners met the road group and the ride came back together.

With Michael unwell, the group pressed on without him, setting a brisk pace to Sparkwell Wildlife Park and wrapping up the ride by early afternoon.

The first social of the season was an indoor evening centred on Star Trek: The Next Generation videos, a simple, relaxed start to the club’s off‑bike calendar.

A wet, gloomy afternoon couldn’t spoil the Rough Stuff at Haldon: meeting friends from the Exeter, Torbay and Plymouth sections and following Arthur’s well‑planned route kept spirits up, and hot tea with home‑made buns from the van made a warm finish.