Only one rider was daft enough to turn up at WMS, where two men and a cherrypicker were busy putting up the Christmas lights. That rider then exhibited even more daftness by deciding to do the ride anyway. Then the rain started and the A417 was most unpleasant so Plan B was enacted - a swift return home. But by 1930 the rain had stopped and conditions were not too bad, so a trip up Court Hill seemed worthwhile. No photos I'm afraid!