Why not go for a ride with SAM I thought; the day shone brightly so full of autumnal joy I turned up under King Arthur’s watchful gaze. A large turnout of 19 set off in pursuit of Nigel Grace our intrepid tour guide. Now I never really pay much attention to where we are going and this was the case on this occasion also. So I would love to tell you all sorts of things about this and that, but I can not. I can say that we stopped for a break at some kind of pagan stone circle thingy, and that the hot chocolate was very nice, and the gift shop smelt of lavender.

We then moved to a pub for lunch, it was a very pleasant.

Hostelry and I had a very relaxing time, perhaps too much so...... Off we set and all was well with the world, at least it was until I failed to negotiate a right hander. I would love to blame government policy or a diesel spill, but I came off because I was riding like a half wit.

Needless to say my fall at the legal speed limit of 60mph was spectacular, my Rukka suit did the business and apart from my pride killing me, everything else is fine. Lots of cosmetic damage, but I rode away with a broken front indicator and a snapped clutch pedal. I will need a new suit, but the gloves and helmet are fine.

We rode back without further embarrassment, I sincerely hope I did not put any one off their dinner. Any way thanks go to Nigel for a lovely day out, most of it anyway. As you can see from the photo, the lads at work have made some modifications for me; it’s nice to know they care!

By the way Rex my lips are sealed!