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With service restored to normal, Maurice and Andrew back in charge and Storm Sandra returned to her box. The weather was perfect for riding out, the wind had subsided and the sun was shining. Suitable for exposing the legs (maybe for some of us anyway).

Five of us (Maurice, Andrew, Keith, Tom and Sandra) set off from The Pheasant. Tom having already cycled up to The Pheasant, telling us of his exploits on the way up, when you see other cyclists going in the same direction as you, what should you do? Catch them and pass them or use them to draft you along or a bit of both? Well, a bit of both seemed to be the case this time and for both cyclists!!! When they did stop together, they both commented how neither of them had realised how competitive they were!!

This competitive thinking must have rubbed off on the rest of us, because we headed towards Elmdon, dropped downhill to get speed up to climb the next hill, Tom took off closely followed by Andrew and Keith, my momentum took over and I went sailing down the hill passing Keith and Andrew closing in on Tom, only to have Keith come dashing past me in hot persute of Tom. Keith a sure winner there.

Racing over and the serious distance riding to go, we headed on a mission to meet Andrew’s latest addition to the family, Hector McDonald the adorable fox red Labrador. Charlie Bear keeping a watchful eye on this little mite. Suitably refreshed we headed from Wendons Ambo to Newport then on to Wicken Bonhunt, Arkesden, Duddenhoe End, Chrishall back to The Pheasant and a great welcome from Ollie, Simon and crew, as well as a warming fire, the shorts for an evening ride might have been a bit ambitious!!

21 miles clockwise.

Thursday morning and the weather was set fair as the Windmillers gathered at the Pig & Abbot. The prospect of free beer – rumour had it Maurice would be buying the drinks – and sunny skies meant we had a good turnout: Keith, Andrew, Bridget and John T, Sandra, Rod, Vernon, John B, Ric, Brian – and the birthday boy himself, Maurice.

Lovely landlady Pat opened up specially at 9am, greeting us with coffee and biscuits and taking our orders for lunch.

Then we were off! Maurice led the way via Steeple Morden and Potten to Waresley where we stopped for yet more refreshment at the garden centre, basking in the sunshine while we watched the staff hoovering the lawn (yes, really!). Returning to the saddle we passed through the Gransdens, Hatley St George and Shingay before returning to Abington Pigotts.

Arriving back at the pub, we were delighted to be joined by Glenis and Lyn B for a slap up lunch plus – of course – a big round of drinks courtesy of the birthday boy.

Thanks to Maurice for another great outing.

Whose birthday is it next?

Brian

Having had a call from Maurice on Sunday, to ask if I would plan Mondays route, as he didn’t think he would be able to make it (back still giving him problems). I had a route in mind, so with the evening daylight slowly drawing out, we would meet at The Pheasant, Gt Chishill at 15.30. Chris and Sandra were joined by Maurice, albeit taking it easy so as not to aggravate his back and smeared with Andrew’s wonder cure too, he would see how it would pan out.

Route discussions ensued and then the route was reversed to take into account the wind direction, not sure what this issue is with wind, we battled on regardless last week and survived!!! The weather was fine but with the threat of showers, thankfully they didn’t materialise.

19.6 miles anti clockwise.

Maurice ducked out at Duddenhoe End, leaving Chris and myself to tackle the hill back up to Elmdon on our own, apparently this is a hill the Windmillers haven’t gone up before but let’s face it it’s great going the other way!! Not much conversation on the way up, shall we say!! Well done Chris for sticking with me on that one.

We met up with Maurice again outside The Pheasant but a little too early for opening, so missed out on the Goujons and chips sadly. Popcorn and a pint at the Tally Ho instead. Thanks Chris and Maurice for joining me.

Sandra promised to be gentle to those Windmillers who were brave enough to turn up at the Tally Ho in Barkway on a gusty and potentially very wet afternoon. So it was just Chris and Moley who set off with Sandra on a blustery circuit taking in Therfield, Kelshall, Sandon (where a decision was taken to do the ‘short’ route, the gentle route being around 23 miles into the teeth of a storm), Buntingford and Wyddial. But the short route of 15 miles was finally lengthened to 18.5 miles by taking in Nuthamsted too, which made a pint of fine Grubber ale in the Tally Ho  all the more justifiable on our return.

Luckily the rain held off most of the way, but other villages in the vicinity suffered a severe drenching. This enabled us to enjoy the plethora of snowdrops in gardens and woods en route, which appeared to be at their best. Here are some in the grounds of a farm in Wyddial:

Thanks, Sandra, for deputising in the absence of our leaders and for leading us astray around the lanes.

With the wind howling around The Pheasant car park, Martin and Brian were inclined to give the day a miss. But Sandra, being made of sterner stuff, insisted that we mount up and follow her off towards Wimpole. Today was Storm Sandra!

Refreshed with coffee and cake at Wimpole, Martin and Brian sheepishly admitted they were enjoying the challenge. In the teeth of a gale the outward leg had taken all of 2 hours – but the return leg to The Pheasant took just 1¼ hours. Windy or what?

Maurice joined us for lunch by the fireside.

Thanks, Sandra, for leading the way.

With Storm Doris uprooting trees and blowing over lorries on Thursday, Andrew sensibly suggested we shift our outing to the Friday.

We were a foursome: Andrew, Ken, Laurence and Brian, setting out from The Pheasant and picking our way carefully around fallen branches. The wind may have died down but there was plenty of debris left on the roads.

At one point, Ken narrowly avoided getting skewered by a man removing a pole from the back of a van. And we also passed the great Alf Engers out on his bike. Otherwise the outing was thankfully uneventful.

Returning to The Pheasant we were delighted to be joined by Sandra for lunch by the fire.

Thanks, Andrew, for leading the way.

Is this really February?!

Unseasonably high temperature 13*c + would greet us (Maurice, Andrew, Chris and Sandra) outside The Pheasant, Gt Chishill for an interesting 18.75 mile circuit.

While in the car park and preparing our bikes, Andrew was telling us of a wonder cure that he’d found for his back trouble and suggested that Maurice (also suffering back issues) should give it a try. Well, initially Maurice declined saying that it was down to the cold rides we’ve partaken of late and a warm ride would see him right. With Andrew showing how subtle he is now after said wonder cure, befitting of any Yoga class! Maurice bowed down and agreed to a stimulating massage of the wonder cure, administered by Andrew with a wry smile on his face!

The route description with emphasis of ‘Down’ to Elmdon and ‘Down’ to Strethall in a bid to reassure Chris this would be an easy ride. Only trouble is, you have to come back up somewhere along the way. Didn’t like to tell Chris, that I’ve heard that Gt Chishill is the highest village in Cambridgeshire.

Well, we set off, Maurice as if his pants were on fire! Well, not quite but his back was on fire, the wonder cure had set to work!!

Through Elmdon, Strethall, Littlebury Green, some modest climbs but mostly downhill to Clanver End, where we stopped for a breather. The next stretch to Newlands End would be a dragging hill with a kick at the end, as well as into the wind. A stop at the top to consider a possible change of route, taking into account the wind, as well as an assessment of how the wonder cure is working (Maurice still on fire and now smelling like he’d been on a rugby physio’s bench for some time!!). We’ll carry on regardless to Duddenhoe End,  Langley Lower Green and Little Chishill, with the ever looming Three Hills back to Gt Chishill. The wind had eased a bit but would have enough puff left to help us up the hills back to The Pheasant.

Thanks Maurice and Andrew for organising another entertaining ride.

Thursday morning in The Pheasant car park and Maurice was running through the health and safety briefing. Today’s hazards would be twofold: firstly we should take special care on the busy A505. Secondly, we should watch out for any more bits falling off Andrew’s bike and take avoiding action.

Sure enough, we had only gone 500 yards and Andrew was shedding metalwork; nothing critical this time, just half a pedal. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine, just leave it”, he yelled over his shoulder. We carried on.

The A505 was indeed busy but, thankfully, we were only on it for a few minutes. Pulling off, we re-grouped outside Ron Charlton’s scrap yard, Andrew ignoring our jibes about trading in his bike for something more reliable.

We were heading north on a 30 mile circuit taking in Thriplow, Haslingfield, Barton, Barrington and Fowlmere. And blue skies meant we had a good turnout – Maurice, Andrew, Rod, Vernon, Sandra, Tom, Ken, Ric, John and Brian – ten Windmillers in all.

Stopping for coffee and cake at Burwash Manor, we sat outside sunning ourselves and listening to John bemoaning the price of their fancy Italian craft beer.

Back on the bikes for the return leg, Maurice succumbed to a puncture in Barrington – but this was soon repaired and we were on the road homewards once more. Returning to The Pheasant, we were delighted to be joined for lunch by Martin, Glenis and Marguerite.

Another delightful morning in the saddle and a good lunch in great company.

And thanks again to Maurice and Andrew for organising everything.

Brian

Yet another pleasant if breezy afternoon awaited the group of four, Maurice, Andrew, Chris and Sandra outside the Tally-Ho, for what would be a 20.6 mile excursion.

Great to have Chris back in the saddle after successful eye surgery. Discussions at the start of Andrew’s over exuberant decorating exploits over the weekend, thus sporting a back injury and of Chris breaking himself back in gradually and having chosen to try a few Monday rides before getting back into the Thursday rides, as Monday rides would be shorter and less exertive. Not sure where he got that information from! Baring this in mind Maurice quickly rejigged the route to be as he put it ‘A Flat Route’. Well, then came the description of where we were going -“UP to ”, then UP to ”, then UP to and so on”, the colour drained from Chris’s face, what had he let himself in for! We quickly reassured him that it was all metaphorically speaking and wouldn’t be that hilly!!

We set off into the wind to Clavering via Anstey, Meesden and Sheepcote Green, then we headed to Wicken Bonhunt, from there we took advantage of the wind behind us back to Barkway via Arkesden, Newlands End, Coopers End, Duddenhoe End, Langley Upper and Lower Greens, Meesden and Anstey. A moderate 630ft climbed in the process.

Thanks to Maurice for another great ride and Andrew for organising us all.

Yet another chilly Thursday morning with the prospect of easterly winds and snow flurries; cold indeed, but not cold enough to deter hardy Windmillers.

So it was that Maurice, Sandra, Andrew, Tom, John and Brian set off from the Fleur to explore a new route to the east of Stansted Airport. We were well wrapped up, lots of layers, and John sporting a black balaclava with holes for eyes; a rather intimidating bank robber chic look.

Thankfully, this was to be an uneventful ride – no breakdowns, no punctures – and too cold even to pause for photos. We stopped just once, at Great Dunmow, pulling in for refreshment at Flitch Coffee, which proved a popular choice with John as it was next door to the Boar’s Head. We suggested he remove the black balaclava before entering.

Twenty minutes later and we were on the road again, Sandra having put her head round the pub door had summoned John with a jaunty, “Are you coming, darling?”

The return leg took in the Eastons and Pledgdon on quiet roads and through some lovely countryside. Returning to the Fleur we were delighted to be joined by Martin, still recovering from a nasty bout of flu, and Ken.

Thanks again to Maurice for planning the day and Andrew for organising things.

With the evenings getting lighter, a later start of 14.30 at the Tally-Ho, Barkway for Maurice, Andrew and Sandra, for a 21 mile circuit of some of Hertfordshire’s villages.

Setting off from Barkway on the scenic/safer route to Wyddial via Barkway golf course. On the way up the hill to Wyddial, I could hear suggestions from behind of what the guys could do to my bike in a bid to slow me down, like letting the tyres down or adding some extra weight. Well I’m quite capable of doing both in one hit, an over indulgent weekend had added the extra weight to make the rear tyre appear flatter than usual but little did they know, I’d taken Matron Maurice’s advice over the weekend and sourced some medicine to finally get rid of the remnants of cold/chest infections I’ve been harbouring for sometime now. Well with a swig of this before setting off, it’s amazing how much easier it is when you can breath!

On through Buntingford to Westmill, where Andrew found the power button on his ‘stand in bike’ and took off up hill, only to find the battery wasn’t fully charged! Not just dope testing required but power testing too!! We caught him up and set off on the small path alongside the A10, so glad to be off there and back on the quiet roads to Braughing, Furneux Pelham, Brent Pelham, Meesden and Anstey back to Barkway, where John B joined us for a welcome pint and chips.

Another very pleasant ride, thanks Maurice.

With the threat of bad weather closing in around midday, the group comprising Maurice, Andrew, Ken, John B, Rick and Sandra met outside The Pheasant and prepared to set off in a bid to beat the impending rain, on route to the Pheasant Rick had managed to pick up a puncture, most likely from a farmer with a badly set up hedge cutter, spewing thorns and shards of hedge all over the roads. Puncture repaired and we set off towards Nuthampstead, Anstey, Brent Pelham, Furneux Pelham and Manuden, a lot of this outward leg was made harder by the prevailing southerly wind. A close encounter with a Seearo truck with no respect for other road users on a single track road, thankfully we all came out unscathed.

Manuden on to Rickling Green and a very welcome cup of coffee and a pint or two for J B at the Cricketers Arms. Leaving Rickling Green the rain had decided to materialise, only light to start with but would get heavier and then ease but thankfully the wind was now on our backs for the return leg to Gt Chishill via Wicken Bonhunt, Arkesden and Chrishall. 28.3 miles and just about dry by the time we got back to The Pheasant.

Thanks Maurice for another lovely, if wet and windy ride.

An exceptionally cold morning saw Sandra, Maurice, Andrew, Tom and Brian setting off from the Packhorse Inn at Moulton on a tour of the lanes to the east of Newmarket. This was to be a memorable ride, the mercury never rising much above -1°C. Indeed our extremities stayed numb for many a mile! But it wasn’t just low temperatures that we had to contend with.

First of all, Sandra had a puncture, though this was fixed quickly enough and she was soon back in the saddle. Our next breakdown, however, posed more of a challenge. While cresting a hill, there was a loud snapping noise from Andrew’s rear end. His chain had not only broken but the damaged end had jammed in his gears and ripped off the rear derailleur! We were a long way from home and, mechanically speaking, things were not looking good.

But we Windmillers are a multi-talented bunch. Tom, stepping forward, donned a pair of latex gloves, upended the bike and set to work. He removed the broken derailleur, shortened the chain by several links and – lo and behold – converted Andrew’s stricken machine into a fixie. How impressive was that?

Within half an hour we were on our way again – and intrigued to find that Andrew went even faster without gears. Indeed, he arrived back at the Packhorse ahead of the rest of us, though maybe he was just badly in need of beer and sustenance after the misadventure with his chain.

Who needs gears anyway?

All in all we clocked up 29 miles; not bad considering the low temperatures and mechanical challenges.

Thanks, Tom, for keeping our wheels turning and – as ever – thanks to Maurice for planning the route and shepherding us around the Suffolk lanes.

Sandra, punctured!

What looked like was going to be a lovely sunny afternoon ride for Maurice, Andrew and Sandra didn’t take long to deteriorate. We set off from the Tally Ho, Barkway heading towards Shaftenhoe End. Well, Maurice took off down Barkway High Street, with what appeared to be a motorised bike, either that or he’d been on the spinach. We did catch him up and felt sure we could hear the whirring of a motor but haven’t managed to prove it yet.

Shaftenhoe End to Little Chishill, Langley Lower Green, Sheepcote Green, Clavering and Starlings Green where we stopped to reassure Andrew that he hadn’t been seeing things or drinking prior to previously passing this particular field, where he was convinced he’d seen an Emu. The elusive bird wasn’t obvious to start but it appeared in the distance, not an Emu but a smaller relative a Rhea, sanity restored, well sort of!! Also noticed in amongst the buildings was a Range Rover Andrew had a lucky escape by not purchasing. A little bit of detective work proved that all was not as it seemed and best left.

Pelham Gate to Brent Pelham where the weather started to close in and showed signs of turning foggy, as well as getting colder. Route revised and shortened, so we headed back to Barkway via Meesden and Anstey. 17.3 miles and a lovely welcome back at The Tally Ho.

Thanks to Maurice and Andrew for organising another very pleasant ride and shaparoning me along the way, some laddish bantor along the way always adds to the fun.

Yet another glorious sunny, frosty January day greeted the group of 6 cyclists, Maurice, Andrew, John B, Ken, Rod and Sandra outside The Black Bull, Balsham for what would be a 30 mile circuit. Although frosty the temperature at the start seemed quite comfortable. It soon became apparent that it was colder out there than we had thought. Leaving Balsham heading towards West Wickham, half the road was covered with a layer of ice, water running off the fields onto the roads had frozen, forcing us to ride on the wrong side of the road to avoid this hazard. In places where the water had splashed up on to hedges/verges it had frozen there too, care needed to be taken all the way around.

Leaving West Wickham heading towards Withersfield – Rocket Rod took off leaving us trailing behind, we rained him in when he was about to head off in his own direction, not the planned route for the day. Onwards to Great Thurlow, Little Thurlow, Great Bradley and East Green, where we turned to get the sun on our backs and headed towards Kirtling. Shouts from behind that my reflectors were too bright and now dazzling Rod, I was about to stop and put some mud on them to dull them down when I realised it wasn’t my bike reflectors but my night vision cycle tights, sorry Rod too cold to take them off!!!

On to Upend and Silverley where we added a little bit more by missing a turning and the shouts from Maurice behind, having to turn around to come back, never mind only an extra half mile or so. Silverley to Saxon Street, should we be concerned, quite some time spent looking at a map and then the Ordnance Survey is brought out, are we lost? Then with some authority, yes we know where we need to be heading and we set off again to Woodditton and Dullingham for a longed for coffee at The Boot Inn and a welcome warm by the wood burner. Suitably warmed up again and it was time to head towards West Wratting and back to Balsham, only 8 miles to go and downhill all the way we were assured. One of the long drawn out hills took it’s toll and stretched the group out, Ken took off on a mission to get back, all you could see was his red jacket way off in the distance. Rod’s jet pack was failing, Maurice hung back to make sure Rod was ok, he caught up, took a swig from his bottle, well we don’t know what is in that bottle but apparently he had a new lease of life and flew back to the Black Bull. I don’t think dope testing is compulsory for leisure riding yet but would love to know what’s in that bottle!!

Back a The Black Bull and birthday boy Brian joined us and welcomed us with a birthday drink, very kind, thank you. Huge thanks to Maurice for organising another lovely trip around some wonderful countryside.

A beautiful winter scene greeted the group of five cyclists outside The Pheasant on this Thursday morning, a merry band comprising Maurice, Andrew, Will (Andrew’s son), John B and Sandra, all set to burn off some of the festive excesses. Some of us needing to work a little harder than others, me being one and thus had the bright idea of cycling to and from the start, just an extra 4 miles each way. Well I certainly warmed up on the hills to the start but didn’t take long to cool off while waiting for John B to arrive, who had been driving the treacherous cross country roads to assess road conditions, needless to say I think the route for the day was changed 3/4 times before we set off.

The sun shone brightly through a clear blue sky and the frost was clear to see on the fields and untreated roads, it was almost as if there had been a covering of snow. We set off from Great Chishill to Duddenhoe End, Arkesden and then on to Rickling Green for a well deserved coffee and warm up at the Cricketers Arms, senior moment alert as Andrew managed to zip two totally different colour jackets together for a very interesting look!!

Leaving Rickling Green we headed back towards Rickling where we had an encounter with a Black Swan deciding to show us his full glory, not quite sure what he was hoping to prove or even for who this was intended.

Onwards to Berden, Stocking Pelham and Brent Pelham, this was where Maurice took off and left the rest of us trailing in his wake, we discovered that this could have been when the extra Christmas cake kicked in, we caught him up and headed back via Anstey, Nuthampstead, Barkway, Barley and The Windmill back to The Pheasant where Lynn B joined us for yet more fantastic food, thanks to Simon and Ollie.

27.5 miles on some very icy roads. Thanks to Maurice for organising another interesting route.

Even though I’ve only been with the group since mid August, I would like to thank Maurice for organising the routes over the year and to Andrew for keeping everyone informed and under control. I’d also like to thank everyone else who have come along for the rides or participated in any of the activities. I for one have certainly enjoyed every moment and look forward to all that 2017 has to offer.

Sandra

Our first outing of the year was a special occasion in memory our dear friend, Kell Ryan, who died last week after a long illness. We were really pleased to be joined by Kell’s daughter, Sinead, and determined to make this a celebratory, rather than solemn occasion; a wake on wheels. The day was sunny, but freezing, so any tears were likely to become icicles.

It was a good turnout: Sinead and Andrew, plus Maurice, Sandra, John B, Rod, John from Dunmow and Brian. Maurice had planned a route around some of our old haunts, setting off from Great Chishill at the slightly later time of 10.00 and heading out to Buntingford for a coffee stop and then back to The Pheasant for lunch. At least that was the plan . . .

But the plan soon went out the window; and it was all John Bagrie’s fault. He invited us to stop off at his place in Sandon, whereupon Lyn plied us with coffee, sticky treats and champagne, plus, of course, a beer for John himself. We toasted Kell while we thawed out around the Aga. We also agreed this was definitely the best coffee stop in Hertfordshire. Maybe we should return every Thursday?

Then it was back to The Pheasant where we were joined by Sinead’s mum, Glen, plus Lyn, Rod & Cath, Vernon, John T & Bridget. Simon and Ollie served up a delicious lunch and, of course, we raised another glass to Kell.

Thanks to Maurice and Andrew for planning the day and to John and Lyn for their hospitality.

And a special thanks to Kell for his friendship, wisdom, tall stories and happy memories.

It was almost the shortest day of the year and extremely gloomy when five Windmillers rode forth at 2.00pm on a 20 mile ride circuit from The Tally Ho in Barkway, taking in Therfield, a short hairy stretch of the A505, Sandon, Buntingford, Wyddial, Anstey Quarry and back to the welcoming fire at The Tally Ho.  Led by Maurice, the others comprised Andrew, Keith, Sandra and Martin.

In Sandon we sang carols outside JohnB’s house followed by a loud knocking on his front door in the hope of mulled wine and mince pies. But all to no avail! John appeared clutching a pint, saying how nice it was in front of the Aga……….. However, we had no time to stop in any event as the gloom was thickening  by the minute and we still had another 10 miles to go.

Back at The Tally Ho, the Windmillers tried their best to be as gloomy as the weather but such are the spirits of your average Windmiller they found it very difficult to follow suit, as this selfie shows:

Thanks, Maurice, for brightening up a gloomy day!

Windmillers at Finchingfield

A gloriously sunny December morning saw nine Windmillers – Maurice, Andrew, Ken, Vernon, Keith, Tom, Sandra, John and Brian – set off from the Fleur de Lys for a tour of the lanes around Thaxted and Finchingfield. It was cold, very cold, but we were well wrapped and after a few stiff hill climbs we were soon warmed up.

Stopping for coffee at Finchingfield, we noted that Keith was on half rations (just one scone, plus cream and jam) and Sandra just couldn’t resist a slice of seasonal stollen. Mulled wine would not have gone amiss.

Revived and refreshed we set off on the return leg to Widdington, looking forward to beer and a good lunch at the Fleur. Arriving back, we were delighted to be joined by John Tarrington who had cycled the 12 miles from home. Landlord Chris, despite this being one the busiest days of his year, had kept us a table and served up a delicious two course lunch.

All in all we had clocked up a very respectable 32 miles under blue, sunny skies.

Thanks are due to Maurice for leading and Andrew for organising.

(Hey Kell! Get well – and back home – soon)

After the sumptuous Christmas lunch the day before at The Pheasant, a fairly short ride of 26 miles to Saffron Walden and back was organised by Maurice to work off some of the calories gained. A good turn out of 8 Windmillers comprising Maurice, Andrew, Vernon, Keith, Brian, Tom, Sandra and Martin set off shortly after 9.30am in mild, misty weather and so hi-viz jackets and good lights were the order of the day. Here is the route taken:The elevation chart above shows that this was not exactly a gentle ride but a coffee / cake stop in Saffron Walden soon piled back on any calories lost in getting there.

Keith’s front wheel has had a dose of the wobbles in recent rides and so Andrew took it down to Newdale’s in Saffron Walden to try and get it fixed, with mixed results. Chief mechanic Maurice offered to take a proper look at it in his workshop. (Keith was not persuaded to replace his bike with a fancy make on sale in the café.)

The ride back was shorter at 10 miles, steadily uphill almost the whole way, which resulted in another large calorie intake back at The Pheasant. Result: Net gain since the previous day’s lunch for most of us, which was not the intention, the exceptions being Numb Bum Brian and Knackered Tom who rode all the way from Shelford before the ride and back again afterwards, clocking up a total of approx. 45 miles. Well done both on achieving on what was surely a net loss!

Whilst de-biking and re-loading before lunch, we were privileged in being allowed a look inside the back of Sandra’s capacious  van. Many had often wondered what Alpaca shearing equipment looked like, and were none the wiser but Sandra claimed she knew where every piece of equipment needed could be found. Amongst other things there was Santa’s hat and no doubt a few rabbit traps too…….

Thanks, Maurice, for not treating us too hard after yesterday’s lunch!