The mystery of Mike Willacy's rapid disappearances around mid-day on club runs was finally revealed today. It's his lovingly preserved Townsend and retro-style saddle bag - see pictures - you'll understand. Note the intricacy of the re-touching and delicate stitch work holding his quaint antediluvian saddle bag together. One can imagine this labour of love took not hours but weeks and months of dedicated craftsmanship. No wonder he had no time for afternoon cycling.
Elevenses was at Maker Camp. I guessed it must have been the first time I'd been there since I was ten and a pupil at Knowle Primary School.
The weather had deteriorated even further on leaving the café. There was a stiff wind and steady drizzle. Initially we thought to follow the example of Graham Reed, who nota bene had no lunch, and make for Torpoint as directly as possible. But Mike Willacy, showing the true grit and determination of the seasoned cyclist, rose to the occasion and resolved to follow our original plan to follow the coast path along Whitsand Bay and beyond.
Thanks, Neil, for joining us and hope to see you again soon.
Report by Graham John