Poor tired boys; they sleep nearly 12 hours; so a quiet morning was had - well - it was raining. We did leek and potato soup and then got onto the bikes to get blown along to Porty to meet Baz and Logan.  As predicted the grey gave way to brightness and freshness. 

So an hour of shouting at Baz and the dug, we headed back; more slowly than we came. Strava showed we were half the outward speed on the back nine as we toiled into the head wind.

Roast chicken and more holiday tales and a stodgy fruity nutty dessert followed; before  Wonder got wheeled out for the 5th time.