Date: Tuesday 27th August 2013
Route: WP, Horrabridge, Pew Tor, Pork Hill car park, Merrivale Stone Row, Kings Tor, Railway, HQ
Riders: Dan, James, Gidon, Jude & Paddy. Support team: Keith
Depart: 19:45
Arrive: 22:00
Distance: miles 14
Weather: Good

On arrival Gidon was relieved that a few more members were present as he got off the phone rallying the troops. We clocked a familiar face, not all in white this time, was he going to ride out yes/no, the Meister was a no. A quick decision was made to head up Pew Tor, this would allow James to catch us up on the s-works. So myself Gidon, Paddy, & Jude headed towards Horrabridge. As usual a quick skirt down the inside of the fence provided a little early entertainment. As we headed through Horrabridge we were reminded that our president had attended the old school, something about the 1960's, did they have solid tyres on bikes back then??

We headed up out of Horrabridge and across to the base of Pew Tor. Paddy quickly requested a non climb of Pork Hill, it was met with no protest! As we started our ascent Gidon spotted the rhythmic pulse of exposure light which could only mean a fifth addition to the Fab Four (that was James). On climbing up we were on the lookout for our president ready to snap a few action shots, we finally spotted him, but he had been otherwise engaged with a farmer, was this a regular get together?

We posed for the team shirt photo and duly headed up the tor, albeit a little too high so following the leat to the road. James stopped to check out his bottom bracket, something James has made a separate hobby of, then we headed off to Black Tor. On route the pack split in two when heading for the key stone. However we regrouped heading down towards the stream crossing.

Paddy headed through first but a nifty boulder got him just before the other side resulting in a wet foot. As we crossed we heard a cry out, we presumed only one thing, another wet foot! However, it transpires (later) that Jude admitted to taking a little dip in the stream. The major concern was his remote garage opener, still in his pocket, would work on his return home? As we met the railway line the flies were swarming and staying still was not an option. A swift decent along the track was followed by the decision to road it back to Yelverton. Gidon took the spoils of the hill race, even though he does drink larger, we settled in for a real pint or two joined by the Pres.

Reporter: Dan

President's Footnote: It was nice to get out doors as usual on a Tuesday evening and the shepard was very friendly! Trouble is, as the evenings are quickly pulling in, going out to remote moorland spots with my camera could be deemed as decidedly suspect!!

And I couldn't help but notice how prominent the Jail Ale logo is on Paddy's jersey, not that I'm trying to insinuate anything!!