I feel terrible today, owing to an abcess in the gums caused by bad teeth, but I must attend the clubrun, for I lead today. About 12 members were at Four Lane Ends today, waiting, two of them leaving early to pay a call in Atherton. Eleven of us took the Salford road to Walkden, Worsley and over Barton Bridge to Stretford and Didsbury. I was getting jiggered, and at Cheadle I had thoughts of chucking in the sponge.
Luckily, my friend of last Sunday was with us, so I turned over the run to him at Cheadle Hulme, and started to lag. Nevertheless, I managed as far as Moss Nook, where I dropped out with another, on a bridge. After a few minutes, two more came back for us, and together we rode easily on to Ringway. I was on the last lap, so to speak, when we reached Mrs Woodward’s, where the congenial company of 18 more, and a rest, put me rather better.
A sing-song after tea whilst I reckoned up the money, got me in a bit of a fuddle, and the party (now numbering 23) decided unanimously that Mrs Woodward’s was a top-hole place. We had a grand, bright, night for the return journey, which was made via Altrincham and Stretford. The run was a complete success, but a nightmare to me. I’m not used to gumboils! 50 miles