CLYRO

So at a few minutes past 6pm on Friday 27th of July sees us heading off from chéz Trikemaster. After a hectic day finishing off the D.O's trike, which she has called Cyclops.

We arrived at the rally site around 20.30, after taking a leisurely ride down. The organizers, the BMF had secured the use of part of the impressive Baskerville Hall hotel and grounds. A couple of the extra attractions was the use of the hotels indoor swimming pool and sauna.

The field for camping was right next to the large car park and just in front of the hotel. The entertainment room and toilets were only about a 150yrd walk for the furthest camper.

Saturday dawned clear and bright, all to bright till I'd had a hot drink to wake me up and defurred the mouth. While sitting by the tent talking, we got mooned.

After recovering we rode into the dyslexics wakin' nightmare that is Haverford West. Virtually every other shop is a bookshop of some description. (a very clean and pretty town. D.O). The main drawback the D.O found with the town was finding a place to park the trike, other than on the carpark. I'didn't have that problem with the bike.

Tonto did his thing for Friday nights entertainment, and was aided and abetted on Saturday by 'Dagger',

both soon had people up an dancin'. When the band played some ACDC Tomo performed his party piece only to find that he had some competition.

Many of the revelers finding it too hot in the hall, decided to sit on the bank just outside an chill. Small groups also gathered on the campsite, in the warm night air, to shoot the breeze on any ol' subject.

Sunday morning bounced into my consciousness with all the finesse of a construction worker wearing only a hard hat, tutu, steel toecaps and a smile. After the required amount of restorative tea / cigs, or both we stowed our gear on the trike and chugged quietly home.

Here's a few more pics