After hours of fog, the sun started to poke its head up as we by-passed Sittingbourne. That was the moment a spoke in my rear wheel decided to go pop. Even though I disconnected the rear brake, the wheel was sufficiently out of true to be fouling the mudguard and there was no way I was going to get to Whitstable, let alone ride home afterwards. So, here I am sat on a train heading back to the smoke with the prospect of having to cook my own Full English. Looking at the damage, it seems the spoke is fine - it's the nipple that has failed. It's completely sheered - I've not seen that before.
Up to that point it was a fine, incident free ride. Big thanks to Tim for organising and leading and to the crew at the half way stop, which was as excellent as ever.
See you all on the road.