Bob was on a promise for the afternoon so an early muster was the order of the day in order that he could be back earlyish. For the third week running the Rigsville Collective was destined for an aviation themed trip, any more of these and we will have to take scanners, binoculars, notebooks and pens, plus the necessary anoraks to look the part………..
Bob, once again took us on a nice scenic route to cover the 60 odd miles passing through local villages onto Redditch, skirting Bromsgrove and Droitwich Spa to pick up the A443 to Tenbury Wells and hence onto Shobdon Airfield. Now the A443 is a nice winding road but would be much improved if the Automobile was not so ever-present, but you can’t have it always.
The weather was not so good as our last visit to the airfield so the movements we down, there was one local flying club plane doing circuits but that was about it, one of the reasons for this could have been the meeting taking place in the lounge bar, looked quite an intensive affair as you passed through with squeaky boots en-route to the WC block.
The gwerin gan Cymru had arrived before us and had browsed the menu for the most appealing snap, it was agreed upon that 7 Lysander breakfasts would be necessary to bolster the flagging troops for the rest of the day, well until the next fuel stop for some….. Even before the fodder had arrived, Chinny was eyeing up his pudding, the cakes looked tempting and so it was to prove.
Whilst waiting for the breakfast to materialise, an unexpected guest party arrived, Rig was unable to make the ride out due to other commitments but as it turned out his trip brought him temptingly close to Shobdon and a slight detour was taken to partake in a brew, the throng was swelled by three, Rig plus Neil and Jake and the usual banter expanded accordingly…
The breakfasts’ arrived and were of a good quality and quantity, the two most important features of a good pitstop had been fulfilled in the plateful of goodness presented before us. The fare was polished off in most cases, not mentioning any names…., and a second round of drinks ordered to wash down the meal plus Chinny’s cake to wash down his breakfast…..
After everything was polished off, Bob was in an artistic frame of mind and wanted to take a snap shot of the bikes lined up with a plane in the background, his wish was duly granted and some calories burnt off pushing the heavy beasts into position for his artistic moment.
Splitting away from the Welsh contingent a different route was chosen for the return journey, the fine A44 and A422 to Stratford then A46 towards home. Our petrol stop at Broomhall was not as productive as the Ice cream stop taken on the way back to south wales where more calories were taken on-board by means of a huge bargain ice cream offering.
All in all another excellent ride-out, no unintentional gymnastics from Bob this week so a successful day.