On the first scorching day of 2018, the good news was that Captain Morgan managed to resist giving us a long, tedious nobby lecture about some dead horse buried at Latimer (he kept it to about a minute and it was too hot to heckle) The bad news is that he has now developed some sort of poet laureate complex and has sent in the following ride story. Puffing Loiterer 9 Cycling Injuns out on a run Peter lost his pannier, now minus one 8 Cycling Injuns drinking Pippa’s tea Jim Hayes went back to search – well done he 7 Cycling Injuns over hills that hurt Tim ate, then took off, needed to get his shirt 6 Cycling Injuns back to Chalfont P Angela left us here before we had tea 5 Cycling Injuns walking through Coy pub Sally & Alec stopped for a drink, rub a dub dub 3 Little Injuns cycling the tow path Woody left us here ( well his jokes were getting naaff ! ) Wearily Steve & Stuart climbed the golf course in the sun Then split to head home – now there were none. Stuart