Ring, ding, ding, ding.  The only thing missing is me. . . . dammit.

Well, the plan was to go down Porlock for a few days.  I'd booked myself a room in the Ship Inn, and intended to

surprise the club members who were camping down there by being sat in the pub on Sunday night.  Sad to say this

didn't happen.  Due to my leg injury, or to be more accurate, due to the stupid bitch who nearly took my leg off, I had to

cancel my holiday.  Shall we say this pissed me off a tad ?

Although I wasn't there, one of the bikes I once owned ( and had to sell because of aforesaid stupid bitch ) went there instead.