The next day, being Saturday, was the main day of the MZ national rally. This lovely MZ outfit turned up, the sidecar was occupied by a fine old gentleman called Geoff from nearby Minehead, who must have been in his 80s. Geoff owns this bike and many others, but due to his advanced years, and quite bad arthritis, cannot ride any more. Undaunted he gets in the sidecar and gets a younger mate and club member to ferry him about on nice days. It was good to meet him face to face, we had only ever spoken on the phone before.
Robin had to depart on the Saturday due to work commitments, but another mate, Gresh from just up the road from where I live had travelled down to the rally and after the AGM meeting had taken place we went for a ride through to North Devon, Lynton and the Valley of Rocks to be more precise. Here we found a cricket match in progress, which made Gresh very excited as he loves cricket. I would normally not be even slightly interested, but this must surely be the most spectacularly sited cricket pitch in the UK so I was happy to watch the spectacle for a few overs.
These little chaps were running wild in the area too.
Half a mile on we pulled up again to admire the spectacular scenery the Valley of Rocks offers.
A kind passing pedestrian offered to take a photo of both of us.
Further on we got a toll road which hugged the coast amid stunningly beautiful scenery. It was well worth the pound toll charge. This was just one of the views (apologies for not getting the horizon level) and I was highly amused by the sign some wag had put in this field.
We travelled on to a splendid pub I had visited earlier in the summer in the car called the Hunters Inn where we had an excellent meal before heading back to Porlock. I had delicious fish and chips but why is it that southerners leave the skin on the fish, heathens the lot of them!
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