Well, I think that went quite well. Five of us set out from Amersham, to be joined by one more at the bottom of the hill after Chequers. With the exception of the B4009, which was a bit lairy, the roads to Stanton St John were lovely and quiet, with the Phoenix Trail particularly delightful. There are
very good crops of blackberries, sloes and damsons for anyone who wants to pick them. Buckinghamshire have even filled in the worst of the failed road on what I still think of as
@GrumpyGregry's hill - but we did take it
very easy, and a different group of riders had had to call out an ambulance, so I feared the worst. And the council have also sprayed some tar on top of the top-dressing, so the road up to Chequers was adequate if not smooth.
Thanks to a distinct lack of mechanicals (even if my advice that a folder would be suitable was a bit blasé - both at the top and the bottom of the gears some more variation would have been useful) we had time for a coffee in Thame, and hit the Tour of Britain intercept in
perfect time. At 1pm, just about on the dot, the heavens opened for the first time - we'd had a minute or two of very light rain before - and
@mjr and I rolled into the back garden of the Angel and Greyhound. A number of reprobates were already there,
@rvw and
@theclaud joined us a little later and in view of the weather forecast we ordered a pub lunch. Once the heaviest shower was over, we took
@Fab Foodie's excellent advice and transferred to the Plain, losing
@Mark Grant and
@CharlieB to longer rides home.
Yes, it's a roundabout, but it's got enough grass (and wild cyclamen) for a picnic, and enough trees for a bit of shelter from the lightish shower we endured.
@User provided the gin,
@rvw the pies, and there is a Sainsbury's close enough to get tonic. The gradually diminishing peleton had the tourist walking tour of the High Street and Radcliffe Square in Oxford's best sunshine to Broad Street, where some people took the cultural diversion to the Norrington Room of Blackwell's and the rest of us secured a table in the Turf. It used to be a pub where you could guarantee a decent selection of independent brewery beer, often with heady Belgian-style ABV. It's now a tourist trap operated by Greene King with uninterested bar staff, but it's still a sweet little place to sit - and the couple next door to us were sitting, more interested in each other than their drinks.*
When
@rvw and I left to come home so that she could have a drink the overnight crew were just settling in. No doubt there will be a further report in due course.
I feel a repeat coming along sometime next year, perhaps looking a bit further west for a picnic spot and a pub. I also feel a nighttime experiment at some stage. The first 30 miles from central London might be just too draggy and dull, but the 35 miles from Amersham would, I think, be an excellent ride now the roads have been improved.
Thanks to all who came.
*sudden thought - perhaps they were the undercover cops keeping an eye on us?