Yesterday, I went out for a group ride with the club.

It was this: most excellent.

And this: very enjoyable.

About thirty of us took a circuitous – but scenic – ride along some wonderful back roads, going from Woburn Sands and ending up at quaint little St Neots.

Locals sitting in the town square, drinking coffee and watching the Neotists (a local troupe, playing melodies from Tudor times on recorders), looked on, bemused as a hoard of Triumph motorcycles – and one Kawasaki – decended upon them.

We stayed there for about an hour, drinking tea and eating cake, listening to the live music (!), and then made our way back to Woburn, taking a different route to the one we did earlier.

It was just as enjoyable.

Back in Woburn, more tea and cake was scoffed before we headed home.

It were a grand day out, Gromit.