Through Wimpole Hall, Croydon and East Hatley before a thunderstorm demanded waterproofs on, and a few minutes of shelter, but as we passed the old Gransden airports we were rewarded with the dramatic shades of blue's and greens that can only be experienced after enduring such a storm. Time was moving on and the smell of tea awaited, so a cursery glance by all but two of the group, at the 17th century windmill, as we hastily climbed to the Cross Keys. Thank you all, for your company. I hope to see again you soon. Jacqueline Mountford-Green
Sunday, 17 July 2011
17 Jul: Afternoon ride to Caxton
Through Wimpole Hall, Croydon and East Hatley before a thunderstorm demanded waterproofs on, and a few minutes of shelter, but as we passed the old Gransden airports we were rewarded with the dramatic shades of blue's and greens that can only be experienced after enduring such a storm. Time was moving on and the smell of tea awaited, so a cursery glance by all but two of the group, at the 17th century windmill, as we hastily climbed to the Cross Keys. Thank you all, for your company. I hope to see again you soon. Jacqueline Mountford-Green
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