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Only 15 or so riders today. We all stayed together till Waverton, then one group set off for the ice cream farm and another rode to Holt Garden Centre, into a strong headwind. The cafe conversation was entertaining, as is to be expected when Jed and John are sitting on the same table. We had just covered time travel and opiates, (with Jed revealing a disquieting expertise on the latter), when Dave Astles arrived covered in cuts – he’d ridden to Holt on his own and on a quiet lane a car had driven up (slowly) alongside him and the passenger had wound his window down and gently shoved Dave in the back, pushing him into the bramble/hedge. Unfortunately Dave was so shocked he didn’t get the number of the car. Where do these idiots come from?

We split into two groups on the way back – I ended up with Garry and Dave Astles for a direct return, which, encouraged by a tailwind, got a bit silly and fast – and even sillier and faster when Keith turned up and joined us. “That’s all we bl**dy need” said Garry at this point “a fit git joining us”. And he was proved right as Keith upped the ante and we managed to prove the point that was made at lunch, i.e. that time travel is possible, if you’re in a big ring with a tailwind, and trying to keep up with Keith! Posted by Eleanor.