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Well at least we managed a ride, after all that snow and ice, but it was of the very wet variety, the sort where you don’t want to be either 1. the rider without the mudguards because everyone tuts at you or 2. the rider behind the rider without the mudguards because you get diluted slurry in your face, nostrils, ears – OK I won’t go on, to protect the squeamish.

As it happened the ride was a good one, if character building. There was a good turn out and we rode in one group to Two Mills. Well when I say one group, we did manage to splinter into three groups somehow, but we were all happily reunited at the cafe. The ride back was uneventful other than the usual race through the Forest: Giles (who hasn’t been seen on a club run for four years I gather, but he’s clearly been doing some riding) rode away from Kevan for the sprinter’s trophy.

Anyway we did about 60 miles in all at a reasonable pace, which all helps: although many of us expressed nervousness about not being ready for Llanberis.

Club dinner on Saturday, by the way – see the news page for details – you need to let Graham know asap if you want to come. Eleanor.