A brilliant ride. Teef and I managed to
shake off the rest of the bunch get separated from the others after we dallied to take photos on Westminster Bridge,
but were soon reunited. The wind was in our favour (or I've become a riding God), and we were zipping through Sarf Lunnon. A brief stop at Swanley Asda for gear cable fettling (the only mechanical of the ride) and to interfere with a pachyderm.
A bit of a climb past Brands Hatch and Wrotham transmitter, then hooning down to Wrotham Heath and the delights of Seven Mile Lane - a straight as a die roller coaster, constructed by M C Escher. And the A road after it wasn't bad either. Topcat1 and I whizzed along like proper cyclists after we'd been delayed by his luggage coming loose. The hills got a bit stiffer, so it was time for a break at an all night service station, where we were entertained by a young man on his mobile who seemed to have been channeling Bricktop from "Snatch". And then Simon's support wagon rolled in. I'm not to sure about the new logo though.
It was getting light as we left, finding a selection of hills, plus obligatory teeny detour through some incredibly charming lanes. The last stretch, however, was on the A21, which as a single carriageway trunk route does not count as being much fun. The run down from the top of Ebdens Hill into Hastings was rather good. We then contrived to lose each other, before being reunited at the Most Disorganised Cafe in Hastings for breakfast.
His Leggship was spotted, incognito, having a crafty fag on a bench,
but ran off before Teef could accost him with one end of his Kate'n'Wills bunting, so we waylaid a passing lady to be a our Queen For The Day.
Then off to the station in the company of clive and Marilyn
(and her socks). I slept most of the way home, and lost my ticket, so employed my full charm on the Nice Man on the barrier at my destination.
Well organised Adrian. Good to meet other names too. More photos
here