Sing a Song of Sixpence, a short story by Agatha Christie or a number of other books. Take your pick. We were only interested in three blackbirds, though; The Three Blackbirds inn at Woodditton to be precise where 12 riders gathered on a very fine morning for coffee (for which Rod somehow managed to foot the whole bill).
Simon’s route soon took us on a dead end road towards Dullingham Ley where we encountered the most traffic of the day (one delivery truck, two cars) before heading over a stretch of byway to Burrough Green (would have been fun if wet !).
Great lanes and onto one of our regular stops at Cafe 33. A short detour was required from the main route to get there, safely negotiated by the second group on the road but somehow missed by group 1 (the one with the route planner in it). Such was the temperature, teas and coffees were substituted for cold cans from the fridge.
Some more fantastic roads took us to the steady hill between Dalham and Gazely which always feels tougher than its modest elevation would suggest. Also included on the route was the much photographed Moulton pack horse bridge.
From there, back to the Three Blackbirds where Geoff was kindly buying birthday beers (which I had to miss – ouch)
Rod, Martin, Simon, Keith, Maurice, Graham, Victor, Alan, Geoff, Howard, Jeremy, Paul (Ken for half the ride and lunch)
The Windmill Cycle Club 