The weather forecast was bleak – it was odds-on we were in for a soaking. Several Windmillers had already tendered apologies and Brian was in two minds about calling the whole thing off. But eventually he thought “Sod it, let’s ride!”
So it was that just six hardy, some might say foolhardy, Windmillers set off from Balsham heading for Newmarket, Brian leading Simon, Ric, Charles, Howard and Alan away from the Black Bull. We had hardly gone a mile when Simon pulled up with a puncture, but with help from Howard this was soon fixed and we were underway once more.
Wonder of wonders, apart from a few spits and spots, we somehow stayed dry and arrived back at the pub in high spirits, hungry for lunch and a good beer.
The Windmill Cycle Club 