Mad Mike: To Yelverton on a bike.

Now to many of you guys the distance from 78 to Yelverton might not be very far. Certainly in a car it takes little time. On a push bike, not Mike's favourite mode of transport it is tortuous. After last nights overindulgence at Turtle Bay and a 'pull' too many on the rum bottle Jackie decided that we needed some fresh air and as we had agreed to visit Margaret Anstis for lunch it was decided, by 'er, that we should cycle out and carry the scran in our bergans. We left dead on 1130hrs and to my great surprise we knocked on her door at 1300hrs. Exactly on time.

Plymbridge Woodland Railway at the level crossing.

Looking like a young Paul Newman in a shot straight out of

Butch and Sundance.

All I need is Eta Paige sat on the handlebars.

I'm always trailing behind when we go push-biking!

Margaret for 96 is in remarkably good health. Her brain is as sharp as ever and she always makes one so welcome. The conversation is always geared towards her visitors and try as one might it is always difficult to turn the conversation around and get her to talk about herself. It is always a delight to visit.

As the time was now 1530hrs we needed to be making a move. Jackie promised me it was all downhill on the way home. Indeed it was shaving 25 minutes off our outgoing time. That included several photo stops as well.