DS Day +2.
Sunday. Grey & overcast with some light drizzle which was supposed to clear up after 10...yeah right...
Pete & Graham left us as Pete had a work thing to get to on Monday morning & had a flight to catch...
The normal brekie at the local café, fortified with bacon & eggs we set off heading to Padstow To meet up with Sirch. Yes the elusive Mr Sirch of moderating fame on this very forum.
So the route was planed to get us there for 13.00 as was the arranged meet up.
All going well until Al realised he hadn't reversed the route in his Prat Nav.
So an unplanned pit stop which was handy as it gave us a chance to stretch our legs & empty bladders.
Of course it all went a bit Pete Tong when Jones bike threw a random fit & wouldn't start.
Much swearing & rear end plastics removal to check fuses only to find the culprit was a lose battery connection DOH....
Anyway off we went to Padstow in the continuing mizzel...

The Storms all RED the best colour natch
The whole motley crew thanks to a random stranger taking the pic.
It was also at this point of proceedings it was noted that The Murvinator was a bit smoky on checking back at the chalets there was no oil showing in the sight glass. No Oil light so I wasn't that bothered sort it out in the morning.
Any way after a bit of grub. Off we went back to the digs & another 150 ish damp but fun miles.
The last night was a meal at the Pier House where we were joined by Su & Kiera Sampson.
Far too much food & a wobble back to the chalets for the last night.
DS Day +3
Last day get sorted ready to check out , took the keys back & booked for next year. Bikes loaded up . Man hugs for those not to be seen possibly until September & the Wales meet.
Me & Jones head to Barnstable to find a Halfrauds & some oil, The Murvinator had a wee dram of just over a ltr & off we set homeward bound.
We had decided to go the 303 route to cut out the M way shlep traffic was a bit shite in places due to road works. Very nearly went very wrong due to a pair of Range Rovers... One was turning off to the right & the second one decided to stop rather sharpish even thought there appeared to be room... Both me & Jones had to stop a bit sharpish. Of course Mr RR who stopped blamed us & gave Jones the verbal's...
At our final stop before parting ways...
Malc caught some Flies...
So it started off
& ended up 835 miles later...
Thanks all for making it a fantastic weekend despite the drizzle & the puns & the often repeated stories...
You need some new material Mons... Oh hang on on second thoughts...

Making up since 2007, sometimes it's true...Honest...