Bright sunshine alternated with rain showers, although we avoided the darkest grey clouds and only got a spattering. As we joined a single-track road at the top of a hill, Chew Valley Lake suddenly appeared below us, sea-blue in the sun and surrounded by green hills. I slowed down to take in the spectacle - and continued slow as I discovered the exciting ruts and gravel on our downward path.
This rally is really bringing home to me how terrible I am at composing photographs. The landmark in question was twofold, consisting of two bridges a little way apart. I took a shot of each, with my bike and the rally card clearly visible, then as we rode away realised that if I'd only stood on the other side of the road I could have got them both in the same picture. I hope it still counts.
It's always a pleasure to ride around the Glastonbury and Stonehenge area, unless there's a festival or a solstice on. Unfortunately this afternoon a tailback on the single-carriageway section of the A303 coincided with further instalments of rain, and there were many miserable minutes of filtering on wet, pitted cross-hatching, occasional overtakes and just plain sitting there to be got through before the road opened up.
We stopped at a petrol station for a farewell hot chocolate before Howard headed for Amesbury and I for the M3. We were just finishing when a woman in a maroon 4x4 who had deliberately got in our way during the earlier filtering escapades arrived at the pumps, having emerged from the jam half an hour after us. Ha!
