At the most northern point, Stoke Bruerne, I felt connected because of the Grand Union Canal that passes through Hanwell also.
I didn't have a good time collecting receipts. The first tea room's receipt didn't have the location nor the time. I explained and they stamped a card that still didn't have the location nor the time. The first pub was open, but not open for business. The second pub was jam packed full of Grand National punters that I walked straight back out. I took various photos for proof of passage and then I gave up and relied on my memory that you can use gps logs for validation, which indeed is true.
I didn't take many other photos. I wasn't inspired, didn't see any buckets in trees. I wasn't very mindful either. My mind was elsewhere. Shame on me. But I couldn't help but look forward to the next day's Southall Vaisakhi.
I was pleased to get home in time, but all in all, I'm putting this down to a training ride.