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Ten of us met in Killarney for a week of riding in South Western Ireland. The weather was less than perfect and we had some (or a lot of) rain on most days. However, the spirits weren't dampened and an excellent time was had by all - except for the guide, Niall, who was demoted to "bag boy" after the first couple of days.

	As this picture depicts, there was some argument as to which direction the group should travel.
	Try as he might, Buzz just couldn't convince the group that this was in fact his ancestral home and he was proud of his Irish tradition.
	After finally deciding on which direction to head, Hoban got us lost in the Botanical Gardens.
	Sue Hoban's first cycling lesson wasn't entirely successful
	After a few days in the saddle the girls were ready for anything. This man was found the next morning - dead but happy.
	What luck - Di found a Leprechaun but they lost him in the clover just as quickly as he appeared
	The hosts were heard to say - "They look nice enough now, but what will they look like in three hours?"
	The evening "strategy meetings" where the team refuelled on Gatorade, ensured maximum strength for the next stage
	As Noah is reported to have said: "Scattered showers, my arse."
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