10 March. When the cats go skiing…….

Opinion in The Pheasant was divided: were we three disheveled men and their carers? No! We were the Windmillers: John T, Tom and Brian back from a 35 miler and joined for lunch by Bridget – aka Mrs John T – and Lynne, Mrs John B.

Rod, sensible chap, had peeled off for home before the long slog up the hill to salvation and sustenance at Great Chishill.

Thanks to John for mapping out an excellent ride taking in Fowlmere, Shepreth, Orwell, coffee at Wimpole, Kingston, Barrington and Haslingfield – though not necessarily in that order.

Journey’s end.