… ’til the fat lady (that’d be me then) sings. Methinks Messrs Rimmer, Tait and indeed my own early call of a clinching victory for our Greg may have been somewhat premature, since young Ashley, and infant David L, both retain a chance of pipping our front runner at the post. Ashley’s chances are strongest unless, that is, Judith decides she’s not done enough running on her broken rib and pitches up to claim victory for the women in the first Carshare League. Carshare’s own chances are rather less strong, but he too might yet pull this one out of the fire if he were to win the final race at Guisborough Three Tops (all you need is a little incentive to rekindle past glories, eh DT?). Route notes here – I’m just sorry I can’t be there to see the series through to its conclusion.
As for Langdale, conditions were benign, and twenty three brown vests had a good old frollick round the old horseshoe, with the BG graduands performing especially well – in Laurence’s case notwithstanding a twenty minute detour off the wrong flank of Blisco. The team prize probably goes to Ashley, Dave S and Jenny C – reward indeed for Jenny’s good samaritan ministering to one of several bloodied fallers – and the steward’s enquiry from Peris suggests that Ashley (I think), or possibly Greg (was it?), who may have driven Dave S, Jenny C and Oli J up, perhaps overhauled Keith, Heather and Nicky to claim those particular spoils. To be honest, though, I’m not sure I any longer have the will to establish this definitively either.