Webmaster comment: I have some good news and some bad news. First the good news: Stuart seems to have given up on the nobby lectures for 2019 - HOORAH ! But now the bad news: Stuart has taken to describing his rides in verse i.e. poetry - BOO HISS ! So sit down and brace yourself as you read his first effort: The Charge of the Loiterers ................... with apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson Half a mile. half a mile, half a mile onwards, All in the Chilterns, rode the Twelve Loiterers. “Forward the Middle Ride Charge for the Saries Head” Bright sunshine on our side Bitter cold our outer dread. Hills to the right of them Hills to the left of them Hills to the front of them Made their knees creak. Their’s not to make reply Their’s not to reason why Their’s but to ride and fly Noble Twelve Loiterers. Once at the Saries Head Warmed by the open fire Pints of bright bitter quaffed Great meals, all ordered prior. Homeward they made their way Swooping like larks at play When can such glory fade Happy the cavalcade ..... Webmaster comment: If you could hear a strange noise while you were reading that, then it was the sound of Lord Tennyson spinning at a fair rate of knots in his grave.