Gloucester Branch Meeting 12th March

At The Anchor Inn, five of us tucked into some serious pub grub, so good that we completely forgot to take any photos. It’s like we devoured a feast fit for royalty, but in the age of social media, it’s as if it never happened!

Then, trying to plan our next ride out was like a comedy sketch. “The beach?” “Too windy.” “The hills?” “Too hilly.” It felt like we were plotting a space mission, not a Sunday ride.

Big shout-out to the mates who missed out. You skipped a legendary meal, undocumented by photos, making it the stuff of folklore.

Here’s to our unphotographed feasts, indecisive planning, and to our absent friends. Next time, let’s hope we can at least remember to snap a pic of the food!