The day started well. Weather was fine and I set off with all the right
intentions - and the wrong destination in mind. Yes, I ended up at the wrong
meeting point and had to make a mad dash for the right one! Luckily, everyone
was kind and waited for me. In fact, no one was actually ready to go so I didn't
feel quite so bad.
When I got there, I found a sea of bikes - a very popular time to ride....
And so we set off. At which point, we immediately lost Tommy, who had gone to
fill up as we left. Oops ! [Actually, he was very good and caught us up before
we got to the museum.]
A very nice route was found by Gary over to Slaidburn and then up to Devils
Bridge where we stopped for a quick brew. Then over the M6 and on towards
Ulverston, our destination. However, the first turn off was missed by a couple
of riders so Derek and I shot off to guide them back and along the correct route
- thank goodness for radios so we could tell the others what we were up to. That
was soon rectified, by this time, Tommy had rejoined us and we all headed for
the village.
Now, us back markers clearly saw the signs to the museum - but Gary had his
riding head on and just kept going. So, we split into two groups - one going
right and one going straight on. Another "oops".... But we soon found ourselves
together again and, after riding three times around the one-way system, parked
up and headed to see what Laurel and Hardy were up to.
The museum was fascinating. They had continuous films running and displays
which would take hours to go around. It was great - but food was calling so we
headed out to the nearest pub for some lunch. Lovely!
Then, time to head for home. By this time it was getting late, so a couple
shot off down the M6 and the rest of us meandered back down the A65. Another
nice day out.
And, so to some piccies - some courtesy of Derek.