"Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside I do like to be beside the sea! I do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom, Prom! Where the brass bands play: "Tiddely-om-pom-pom!" So just let me be beside the seaside I'll be beside myself with glee" Five riders braced the chilly morn' to start the ride from Prices and were duly rewarded with a perfect day for riding. Some newspapers down the front of the…