22 Oct, Jolly Drover, (13,11)

Dear Shabi’s

22nd October – The SHABI’s visit Sir Fallalot

A sombre ride as the SHABI’s visit the final resting place of our great friend and fellow SHABI; Sir Fallalot.

Smashie was RM and determined to dot the i in idiot, for which we are famous, and with Chuffy was DRM – what could go wrong. Runners and riders also included; C2C7, Slumpers, his carer Tonka, LBD (Love Bus Driver), No-name Mike, Faff Cheeks, Big Ring, Mastic Man, Simon the Wheels, Dobbs and Ming – 13 riders.

Starting from the Jolly Drover the food situation was all too difficult for them and we “had to be back by 8:30” or the chef would get overloaded etc. Sometimes I wonder if the British actually want to succeed in business by giving customers good service – seems to me that customers are clearly just a nuisance for some.

We head downhill to start and into Durford woods – a great blast to start with followed by a sharp climb and then more downhill. The second downhill gets very fast and then the trail narrows and does a ninety-degree right turn. This can catch out the unwary but all succeed without mishap.

Then onto the “bridleway” to the A272 crossroads and the RM requests “stealth mode” (“what the fluck don’t you understand about turn your lights off”) as we bimble across someone’s back garden. Hard to know what the householder must have thought of 13 x 2000 lumens wandering around the countryside (that’s a total of 26,000 lumens – bright as the sun on a clear day) – perhaps the second coming of the apocalypse or a small nuclear device?

Anyway we cross the A272 and the RM suffers brain fade and a retreat is called. During the retreat C2C7 falls down a steep embankment tumbling down over 15ft but dusts himself off claiming a “tis but a small scratch” and “I’ve had much worse” – which is undoubtably true. In sympathy, the DRM, Chuff does exactly the same – there is something admirable about the teamwork on display from these two senior Law Enforcement Operatives.

As quickly as he'd dismounted to inspect the soil, Chuff was back on his steed and not hanging around for photos!

Then into Petersfield and we pay our respects at the graveside of our dear friend Sir Fallalot with a minute’s silence. Rest in Peace.

Find the cute puppy asleep, and you will find SFAL's final resting place

We then head north through Petersfield and pick up the trails to the west of the A3 passing the Harrow pub and although tempted to stop for a pint, the food situation prevailed and we headed onwards. Fairly muddy but we press on. Then along the A3 and over the railway and we head for central Liss.

How considerate of someone to add a handy bike 'push up' lane!

Best foot/bike bridge in Petersfield?

We pop into visit (Algee is now called LBD, Love Bus Driver) Mrs LBD and daughter. Very welcoming but Mia (aged 3) is not fooled when she asked Mrs LBD – “Mummy, who are those silly men with daddy?”. Yep we have been found out by a 3 year old.