And there was quite a crowd, Martyn, Mark, Clayton, Mike, Steve and Rob all joined in for more or less or all of the ride. Clayton had to abandon after getting into a fight with first a branch sticking out of a hedge, and then the tarmac, retiring to lick his leg wounds back home.
Then Mike and Steve, both with family commitments pressing, opted for the Rock Cake Café (or whatever it's now called) instead of Mells. It has it's attractions.
The rest of us pressed on, and eventually Rob decided to bail after a credibility-sapping encounter with a ditch. To be fair, it was hard sometimes to see where the puddle finished and the ditch began. But however you look at it, it's not a good look.
That left just the three of us that had started, to finish, which we gamely did, despite the best efforts of the swarms of grockles that tried their best to kill us in Cheddar gorge.
But, and it's a big but, and whisper it quietly. It was sunny, very sunny. So blinding was the sun that I felt like a had just emerged from some subterranean cavern, like a Morlock in the Time Machine. Especially as I rode to work on Thursday, the supposedly "calm" day of the week, and still felt like I'd been wrestling with an exceptionally strong wrestler from a country where wrestling is the national sport.
But no, today, the sunshine, it was very real, and very, very welcome. It was a bright, bright day. More please.
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