Mark,aka The Yellow Peril, struggles up to the start of Black Hill
Everybody else was nearly falling asleep waiting on him!
A slightly different route tonight taking in Black Hill going eastwards, at least I think that's the direction we went! Mark cycled past the first path up even though we shouted to him, deaf bugger, and then discovered the other path was steeper. He took a bit of ribbing for wearing a yellow jersey and later disgraced himself by scattering four old women going down the "Dougie Dip" at supersonic speed! I'm sure the old dears were witches and put a curse on us for Marty's tyre deflated suddenly just after we'd passed them!
23.5 miles tonight and the midges were out in force at the finish!