An intrepid piece of cocknockery took place this Saturday last. 9 idiots embarked from a few train stations and convened on Afjannerstan, Exeter the objective, with as much off-road between as was possible/reasonable ( in our view ).
and this ‘train’ takes to the air how?
picturesque Plymouth Station.
seafront Gnar. all ladies, and some men, became pregnant almost instantly, ovulating or not, after coming just a little too close.
left to right:
‘i’m nearly five months gone, tha knoaws’
‘look, we can climb the widowmaker easily if i fashion this into a sail’
‘get the bitch fighting done, then i’ll tell you which way we’re going’
‘it’s this way, you ‘tards’
‘i eat a lot of spinach. is there any in my teeth?’
oh excellent. a nice grassy climb. 🙄
‘i’m eating for two, alright?’
‘all it really needs is a little Spaff. allow me’
‘look into the eyes, not around the eyes’
actual size.
this is about halfway. Warren House Inn in the background.
Tobe, taking a quiet moment to reflect, on the climb to Bowerman’s Nose
Complete Cocknocker
Bowerman’s Nose descent
cameraman now pregnant.
cameraman now given birth to quintuplets.
there go the waters again
not so much
get the beer in, and get the curry on!
that’s that. 100km. 4300m of climbing, according to the MonkeyMeter.
ace. a few faces sadly couldn’t make it, but those who did, were well up for it. a few snags along the way, cramp for some, one slightly borked mech, and one puncture. perfect weather.
most importantly good company, and a good laugh. thanks lads. a day to remember.
did the ‘Hobbit Trail’, manaton Church to Water, stopped at the Kestor for refreshments, then bottom of the Cleave via ‘Plague’, down the RHS of the river to the Railway.
then Bovey, Chudleigh Knighton, Chudleigh, Harcombe (sp?), ‘Teapot’ and St. Andrews.
Highlight of the day for me was watching Jimbob’s sudden burst of energy when he thought he’d smelt OAP badger… oh and the Weasel almost losing it through Bellever rock garden.