Saturday morning was misty and frankly cold. Mark & I set off for Charminster through varying density of fog, the worse as we went over the Dorset ridgeway. the descent into Martinstown saw the fog thinning. Arrival at the Three Compasses was timely. We were a little early but had a pleasant chat as other bikers trickled into the car park. It wasn’t long before Tina opened the door
to allow us to warm ourselves inside. Conversation over steaming mugs of coffee was animated; the idiosyncrasies of the various marques we ride were discussed. Then the conversation turned to Dusty’s admonition of all of us at the Thursday night meeting some seven weeks before; “An engineer measures length with a rule NOT a ruler!”
The mist cleared while we were eating a hearty breakfast; we would not know it as the windows had steamed up – to much hot air expelled by each of us!.
Mike Davies
