Before I got to Bicklandwater Rd I had doubts about my summer attire, so returned home to grab my Night Vision jacket, available from Evans Cycles, and good job too. Open the side vents during the odd moments of warmth and zipped up tight whilst it decided whether to rain or hail over Blackwater way. Even with the “temporary” traffic lights by the football club I was at Union Corner before Kath and Ian, but Phil1 was already propping up the wall by the phone box. On the dot of 2 minutes late we were on our way; over to Halvasso turn to meet up with Keith, Simon and Phil3. Some had been to Portreath on Sunday and it was too cold for Poldhu; and too cold to stand about debating. Porthtowan was the compromise, at which Kath cast her deciding vote, to go round Pendennis Point and home again. What had we said?
Usual way out, via Gwennap and Twelveheads, and as I have mentioned the rain came in at Blackwater with Ian taking the initiative, and the shorter route at Mount Hawke, of along to Navvy pit and down the valley to the beach. A malfunction in the coffee making department was a disappointment for some with only decaf coffee on offer, but I did make a note of a first for the record book, hot chocolate. There was toast and jam, jam and toast, bacon sandwich and, of course, eggs, all served with one of the best breads around. It being a boy’s morning out there was little talk about the new royal baby, the conversation mainly centering on the next trip to the Velodrome, interspersed with moments when Ian was shouting at the ladies who, one after the other, came in/went out and left the door open. Though the rain had, of course, stopped as soon as we got to the café there was still a cold wind ablowing.
With no one really wanting a second decaf the stay was not overlong and back up the valley we sped; continuing via Scorrier, Mount Ambrose and lanner Hill. Simon left us just after and Ian and Keith at Crane garage. Back for 1.30 and only 41 miles, but more than Sonjia’s group!