Right now, let me think, at Tardebigge today were three of us to start with, Moira, Tim and me. Not far down the road I heard an other voice that turned out to be Kevin Y. So that’s four. Going on to PB we met Steve, five. It’s getting quite warm by this time, well into the twenty’s. Just a little further on , Kevin turns off and went his own way, back to four. So onwards and upwards through Pershore and Little Comberton and them round to Cropthorn. At Clive’s we found Dave talking to other cyclists, The Redditch, but he came and joined us, back to five. Moira was wilting and wanted to sit in the shade, so we dragged a table over to a convenient place out of the sun, and I must say that was a good idea. Moira took a photo of my head to show how hot, and covered in flys I was. Photos to follow. Lovely day out with lovely people. I was hoping to to keep reasonably dry and clean, but we had to go and find a couple of puddles on the way home, so now my bike and my clothes are all mucky, 🚲