Wednesday 16 Novenber 2011. Altogether now . . almost

A misty start, and a shaky one as we head north east from Thurston. Straight over crossroads at Pakenham, then left just past the Manor to cross the A143 at the point that actually has the best visibility. And we have a puncture. Front wheel. However, takes a while to find the cause so, with just 2 miles covered so far, it's already 9:35. Things can only get better.

As we descend towards Livermere, Dawn feels spooked by the fog and turns for home (or, rather, that's what I thought was going to happen). A bit further on we realised that Glenn Morris had also departed.

The group seemed to gel, and singling out went smoothly. This was encouraging since we were about 15 riders. No incidents with cars, no further punctures. TT took us on an unchallenging loop to Bressingham, keeping off both main roads and tiny lanes. By the time we tottered into Blooms we discovered that Dawn and Glenn had changed plans and come straight out to the café. I had to mentally readjust as the till and service was now on the right hand side of the huge horse-shoe shaped counter. Quite a few of us enjoyed a hybrid baked product, the lovechild of a brief fling between a scone and a rockcake that had acquired a mild cinnamon habit and some glace cherries. Many culinary successes began with a mistake. I mistook marmalade for apricot jam, and the result was delicious with my rock-scone. The sun was coming through as we left, turning right towards Diss then left down Freezen Hill for a route that stayed north of the A143 until Ixworth. We stayed together to the end.

An uneventful ride was just what we needed after the last few incident-packed wednesdays (and I forgot to mention Justin getting shotgun pellets in his Gilet last week!) but it makes it hard to create a story.

Sorry

SJH