At the time Pete, Sue, James, Bernard and Dan met the the pool on Saturday morning it was not raining. On the way out to Wolvi there were intermittent showers but a quiet road. So called sensible people were probably snug in bed. As we road past Mark's place Pete shouted out various words indicating he should be out of bed and on his bike. Pity Mark was away. At the Wolvi shop the skies continued to look rather ominous, a wonderful mixture of all shades of grey. The firey fivesome were fiercely determined and decided to cut the ride in half and return home. As punishment the sky gods [angels, fairies or whatever] decided to throw little droplets of water down upon our five fair travellors all the way home. Sue who was zooming ahead screamed something out which seemed quite unintelligible and unnecessary, until Dan and James looked down and saw that Dan's front wheel was crossing the back of a little snake (less than half a metre). That Sue, now into murdering snakes! Now one had a choice, wear glasses that one cannot see through due to rain, or not wear glasses and have rain sting your eyes on the fast downhills, thus not being able to see.

We arrived at the Deck at 7.30, and decided to retire to our homes and return freshly clothed to meet Amanda who had decided not to antagonise the sky fairies. On reconvening at said cafe in our Sunday best several people of dubious metal were in disbelief that there would indeed be five persons so brave as to challenge the sky fairies, or was that foolish. Ah, it was great to get those legs turning after a wee of grey gloom.

Next Saturday, 5.30am, hopefuly at least some blue sky!