The Day we almost caught Andy

We’d a fine turnout on a cold but dry morning, which saw the return of one of our long-absent cyclists. Turns out he wasn’t half as unfit as he was pretending. The route took us to Roscrea, and thence to Cloughjordan, via the Black Bull turnoff. The road into Cloughjordan was a proper drag, and very rough, whereas the road from Cloughjordan to Borrisokane was paved with gold (for one of our more sharp-eyed members anyway). The group split in Cloughjordan, with 7 riders returning home via Borrisokane, and the remainder going directly to Nenagh, or onwards to Birdhill.

The photo shows us in Cloughjordan, where our Auctioneer Treasurer got us a discount on our cakes, after a tough round of negotiations with the owner.