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Got home after a decidedly soggy ride (with detour via parents for coffee, cheesy scones, cake & 2 sorts of cookies) and finally managed to get the worst of the crud off my bike, thus revealing in even more glorious detail the knackered state of my chain and sprockets. Andy had the cunning plan to use a super soaker water pistol for bike cleaning, given the hosepipe ban.
Can I add my thanks to Duncan & Jo & Grumpy for organising the weekender, and Stafford & Liz for letting the UKMOC rabble share their special day. (I'd never realised ceilidh dancing was a full contact sport! I still can't believe nobody brained themselves on the pillars.)
I enjoyed the moto gymkhana (after initial nerves) and at least my times weren't ruined by the excessively free range chickens!
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