Paul has set up another perm close by, from Richmond, towards Brighton and back. Thank you Paul, for organising these rides.
I started off trying to hang on to the group. I knew it wasn't going to last. 'It is a tad too fast' I thought, but carried on. 'Good training' I told myself. I also tried not to gear down too much. 'Good training' I told myself. We had a headwind on the way back. But I didn't need anymore training opportunities by then!
My fish and chips stop was great! Saw 'the group' leave as I entered the Cheddington cafe. Good! It meant I was still 'in contention'. There was a wedding party on and a fish and chips van was doing the catering. The only thing left on the menu was 'fish and chips'. No large nor small, just fish. No cod nor haddock, just fish. I was able to intercept the customary 'salt and vinegar', and asked for mayonnaise.
|Bridesmaids flowers by the boat?|
From Cheddington onwards, it was heads down and focus. It was quite a thrill riding through dark country lanes again. You get a mixture of emotions. From excitement at the speed you can go at due to reduced traffic, to apprehension that overcomes you in waves due reduced visibility, to moments of fright at the thought of an unavoidable pothole. I made my way to Chalfont Saint Peter, which is known for the start of other audaxes. From there on, the post-ride meal was what occupied my head.
It was a great day and am looking forward to next weekend's trip to Westvleteren.
The photos are on the slideshow till the next ride or here: Photos