That was a textbook FNRttC. Great route, excellent half way stop, perfect weather. Bright moon (with silvery light), misty sunrise.
Yeah, it was a goodun.
Despite 8 years of Fridays membership, this was my first of the Essex destinations. Not a county I have much experience of, but the route ticked all the boxes of quiet country lanes, small villages, and plenty of other sights.
Did it take a long time to leave London behind? Yes, but mostly my fault because I somehow managed not to see the all-upper pass through the junction I was way-marking. I quickly suspected a problem so messaged my coordinate and rang for a status check, but it took another two calls over the next 15 minutes to confirm I'd been left behind.
The group had to wait for me in the Olympic park, which was a 5km dash for me to catch up. Only, Fridays rides are guided - there's no GPX to follow so I had to use Google Maps and squint at my phone in one hand, whilst trying to cycle as fast as possible at the same time. Google's navigation opted for an 8km route, just to add to my stress.
My apologies to all for the hold up - thank you for your patience.
Then we were reunited and on our way again. The noise of London soon gave way to suburban sprawl, glimpses of greenery giving way to the odd field, then we were out in the countryside.
The Doddinghurst scouts provided welcome hot drinks and a wide choice of sarnies & cakes at the halfway stage. There was the usual shock of cold air outside afterwards, and as usual I felt under-dressed.
Something went wrong near Chelmsford, but this time I wasn't involved; it was a longer pause of over half an hour to round up some awol cyclists before we could proceed; the dawn light now increasing in the East.
Fridays rides seem to have more than their share of joyful idiosyncrasies. We've heard about Buffy the dog already; there was also a funeral director cycling in formal, highly-polished shoes (I hope they were his). There was also a ford, which was disappointingly too deep to ride through.
The next ford looked far shallower, which is how I had wet feet for the remainder of the ride! But at least I stayed upright - apparently the rider behind me wasn't so lucky
Finally we reached the pretty town of Maldon. Well, it was pretty until the streets choked with traffic. I had a tasty breakfast, then quickly diverted down to the "harbour" (more of a river estuary) before making my way to the trains at Witham.
Home by 2pm, narrowly avoiding a torrential downpour.
Another fantastic ride, and great to see so many friendly faces.