With rain set in all day we shelved the ride for badminton at Ashmoor Recreation Centre, turning it into a relaxed social. A highlight was Michael’s new Nikon delivering sharp indoor shots without flash; back at Crofters there were the usual computer games.

A games evening centred on Forged Alliance, with the youngsters playing for most of the night; we rounded things off with a music quiz, which Dillan won with little effort.

A cold run to Widecombe was redeemed by the Café on the Green’s wood‑burner, thawing fingers despite extortionate prices. Jude recovered after feeling ill on Ausewell Hill, and the group got home in good time.

A quiet social where Dillan and Jude spent the first half on PC games, then rounded off the evening with a music quiz.

A relaxed games evening saw the youngsters absorbed in various PC network games—simple, sociable fun that filled the night.

A mid-ride text cut John’s day short, but not before a brisk detour to the Totnes Food Market for hot snacks, fortified by jam doughnuts from Morrisons. We then pressed home smartly via Plymouth Road and the back of Rattery to get him back in time.

With Jude still ill and George not keen on the planned cycle workshop social, the evening turned into a low-key games night, with George and Dillan settling into their favourite computer games.

With drizzle and rising winds due late morning, we slipped in a brisk ride to Holne, rewarded by Leo the Scoriton dog unexpectedly waiting outside—costing Michael his informal bet—and a friendly pause at the community café, before a very blustery return via Hembury Woods.

With plans for badminton or squash abandoned as Paignton felt too far, the group turned it into an impromptu computer games evening instead.

Strong winds and heavy showers shelved the ride, so we made a day of it indoors: badminton at Ivybridge Leisure Centre and café pizzas, bookended by games—Little Big Planet 3 early on, then Supreme Commander.

A relaxed club evening swapped pedals for pizza at the Plymouth Barbican, then on to Tenpin for lively Air Hockey when the pool tables were all taken, rounded off by a thrifty stop at Sainsbury’s for £1 Bakewell tarts.

A long‑awaited push to Torcross at last, smooth outward miles before a cold headwind and climbs made the return a grind. Lunch centred on the Boathouse, reopened after its fire—burgers worth the wait—while Lawrence skimmed stones on the beach.