Well, that was a rather pleasant, albeit pootly ride.
I managed to extract myself from the duvet in time to avail myself of the esteemed company of wanda2010 and rb58, already waiting in the sunshine by the Artillery Regiment memorial at HPC.
We were joined, shortly thereafter by zigzag, who is the intercontinental ballistic mile-eater and TC1, who is not.
Sunshine. That's what this ride was about. Sunshine, sunshine and more sunshine.
Beaming at us from an azure blue sky.
That sky being pierced by the occasional spear of snow from a con-trail.
Riverside. That was the consensus for direction in which to head.
So, once the Household lot had clattered past on their jet-black steeds, toting their highly-contrasting squint-inducing armour, we set off for The Embankment.
A brief diversion from the usual route took us past 20 Fenchurch Street, only to find that we were there at the wrong time of day to be the focus of the Walkie-talkie's attention.
Or rays.
At Tower Hill, my hope of tucking this ride right alongside the water, led to some pi§§ poor positioning at a set of red lights, which were never going to change anytime soon.
Which in turn led to some cavalier re-acquainting ourselves with the traffic flow on The Highway. Sorry, people.
Narrow Street returned us to the blue serenity of CS3, skimming the north edge of The Wharf without actually entering it.
Security at The Wharf raised the barrier for us to pass under, and TC1 formed a splinter group of his very own, only to be re-united with the rest of our group at Trinity Buoy Wharf.
TBW, for those who have never been there, is a fascinating place.
Michael Faraday conducted various lighthouse-type experiments from here - targeting his beams on the hillside at Shooters Hill.
Today TBW is an eclectic mix of live-work accommodation in container city, various artist's workshops who's weird and wonderful artefacts are there to be seen, a couple of lightships, a tidal bell, a moon clock, home to the nuts & bolts of the ENO - What I love about TBW is that any time you return there you can almost guarantee there'll be something new and unusual to see.
Like this:
And, of course, there's Fatboys.
Which is where we met with Deptfordmarmoset who had bought with him most of the MET, err..... no.... I think it was actually
all of the MET. (Canteen at Scotland Yard obvs being re-decorated today).
Revived and re-invigoured with Fatboys fatboy-making fare, we eschewed the attraction of the Emirates cable car and opted to cross the river using the free ferry at Woolwich.
rb58 bade us a windy farewell at that point, heading for Kent.
The remaining 5 doggedly remained waterside - sporadically dodging / engaging with the 'Run-to-the-beat' (or something) event taking place as we made our way upstream to Greenwich where we parted.
Thanks all for a nice, relaxed ride in fine company - we had the best of today's weather - of that I'm sure.