A light snack, for lunch (Flower Pot Hotel, Aston). Very nice it was too...
On account of the rail line in Portsmouth being closed for engineering work, I had a choice of riding six miles to a train, riding seven miles to another train, or riding 58 miles. Did think about riding up & getting the century done, but opted not to get on the road at six. Sped quite nicely to Havant for the first train, tedious wait at Guildford, then an equally tedious train to Reading. Where I found the rear tyre had somehow deflated despite being perfectly OK that morning. Mark, A and Claud helped sort the only mechanical of the day before we all pootled off.
I think this ride may have set a new record for lack of speed. Really more a case of sitting in pubs with a bit of riding in between, and none the worse for it. The pie was a personal highlight, may need to make a return visit. Progress remained stately, and final pub (Three Guineas at Reading station) wasn't reached until nearly seven. A recovery burger (excellent) then another epic train journey (nearly two hours) before a quick seven miles from Fareham- A27 all the way- home, back at 1130. Long old day, but, aptly, Fab.....Thanks one and all. Litespeed has been de-grotted this morning...