Great fun. Beautiful route. I had no idea that there was a view to the left on that stretch of road after Turners Hill, I've only ever done that one in the other direction in pitch blackness.
That was my first time wholly at the back which, given my current lack of time on the bike, was probably no bad thing.
Three incidents: Puncture 1 (Stuaff's first ever FNRttC puncture) was dealt with quickly; Puncture 2 (Julian) likewise; robjh's chain jam was of a slightly more serious order of magnitude. It took about half an hour of (robjh's) oily-handed wrenching to get the chain out from between the cassette and the wheel. He ended up having to break it, then use the leverage of one of the chainrings to pull it free. One link discarded to be replaced with a spare quick-link, and a massive adjustment of the limit screw to ensure it didn't happen again. Ugly.
Aside from that, and as Martin says, bird song aplenty and very little motorised traffic on the chosen route.
Sadly I had to bail as we got to the airport (domestic duties demand dad) so missed out on the brekkie, which was a bit of a wrench, knowing how good it is.
Scooted off to Shoreham station and had only eight minutes to wait for a train back to London. (And was back home before the poor GCSE student was even awake.) All good.