Today’s riders were; Martin Crapper; Mick Lee; Helen Hand; Stewart Oades; Christina Cooper; Denise Motley; Noreen Dunnett; Shaun O’Neill; Paul Bacon; Paul Russell; Robert Stephenson; Dave Orridge; Clair Scammell; Paul Elwell and a guest appearance by Pete Hanks.

The red riders were away at 8.30 and seen heading out to the Birkin cafe.  The blue riders weren’t the only people around though as there was a cricket tournament on and preparations were beginning.  At nine o’clock there were thirteen of us gathered and it was decided that two groups would be best so Stewart took charge of the second group with Martin taking up the role of back marker.

Thus this report starts with reporting what happened in the first group.  Well to be honest, the usual stuff.  Riding, chatting, more riding... usual suspects for both.  We rode into Bawtry and picked Paul Elwell up and made our way to Austerfield and Misson.  One rider needed a comfort break so was allowed off the front and the other riders slowed sufficiently for the second group to catch up and the aforementioned individual to catch up too. 

Single file down Sandersons Bank, which was busy as usual.  Then left up Idle Bank; no quizzes today.  Chatting certainly makes this very straight road pass a little quicker and before we knew it we were turning right onto Wroot Road.  I can’t quite remember where it was but we saw a lone rider coming towards us... was it... could it be... yes... it was a Pete.  It was a straight forward ride into Epworth and the placing the bikes in the secure storage they provide (thanks Epworth Garden Centre, it’s much appreciated).  I joined the end of the queue but they served us quickly and in no time I was seated with my cycling friends but couldn’t see Pete anywhere.  Oh well, we’ll have to share a coffee next time.  A pleasant time passed with, yes, you guessed it, cake, coffee, sandwiches and friendly banter.

The ride home was via Owston Ferry; West Stockwith and Misterton.  We were concerned that we hadn’t seen the other group for a while so waited to find that they’d had a mechanical with a pesky chain deciding to remove itself from where it’s supposed to be.  A group shuffle was organised as people were planning their routes home and deciding when to leave the party.  Helen wished to ride with the second group so we asked for a swap and Clair volunteered. “That’s not a fair swap,” was heard and I wouldn’t have mentioned it but the same individual was responsible for missing me out of last week’s report when I spotted a flat whilst we were on the move!  Just saying.  We continued on to Walkeringham and took the right turn towards Gringley.  As usual with upness we became a little strung out from time to time but regrouped at the top of Gringley hill.

As we mosied on, riders left the group as we neared their more direct routes home.  Six of us made it back to Tickhill where there was a ladies tournament in full swing (full swing... get it?  cricket... swing...)  If you’ve read this far you’re in for the best bit.  As I type I pause, not sure of how to continue.  We were chatting; humour was involved as was a certain subject brought up by one of our more senior members (senior as in years and riding).  Not sure how to broach this one.  It rhymes with the police officer on Top Cat.  You had to be there.

The red riders returned and we got down to what cycling is all about.  Sitting in the sunshine, with good friends a drink and watching cricket (the last one is optional depending on where you are at the time).  Thanks for turning up folks, it was very enjoyable; let’s do it all again next week.  Same start; same time; different place.