It had been a long wait, but after weeks of rain the 12 July was at last, a sunny summer’s day. A day which deserved a meander around some of the best of our country lanes, ones that I hoped
At Last a Sunny Sunday!


It had been a long wait, but after weeks of rain the 12 July was at last, a sunny summer’s day. A day which deserved a meander around some of the best of our country lanes, ones that I hoped

Suffering from severe knee problems I thought my cycling days may be over. However, a visit to a physio and a miracle later I have been off to the seaside during June. This time a 95 mile jaunt to Margate
Cycling in the 1990s was mainly a minority sport – generally a family sport passed on from father to son or daughter. There have been many family members of our club; we had fathers theire wives, sons and daughters. So