Home! That was a great day. A wee bit rainy on the way up Cleish hill but the sun was glorious by the end.
It had everything the St Andrews ride should have: midges by the ice cream van, squidgy pasta (and delightful volunteers) at Kinross, and the greatest array of cakes ever seen, at Freuchie. And every single person in the queue with me said 'What, for all of it?' when charged something like £1.20 for tea and a giant plate of cakes.
We got there at 2.45, had beer, had chips, and now we're finally home.