A typical club run. Cyclists criss-crossing the countryside and no one with a proper map or directions. But somehow we always got to the correct destination, not necessarily together, but the exercise was always very enjoyable.

In a way this run was classic Charlie Chadwick, going down tracks and ending up at ‘Private Road’ signs, all in the process of going down a lane just to see ‘what’s over the hill’. Meat and drink to Charlie.