In which John Falls off , I fall off.. on John , Sandras Bike fails the Chameleon test , Kenny wants more and Liz wants less.
Through the Bush telegraph Kenny had arranged a rendezvous with the Wilsons and a few others at whatever the Sportsman is called now.
Michaels route as advertised looked byzantine to say the least however it would have been rude to complain.Not that that would usually stop me . There was a slight feeling that payback was being had for climbs inflicted on our home territory . It was indeed a climb fest . Up somebodies G-String , Down various canyons , so many names I couldn’t keep up either literally or figuratively.
Thankfully Sandra had been appointed as sweeper and did a fine job looking after us tardy ones .Meanwhile at the front Michael , Kenny and Cormac did their best to kill each other .
Back to base for soup etc , a great day out soon to be repeated i hope . Muchas Gracias to the Wilsons.