
The forecast did not disappoint and it was accurate. So,the heaviest rain of the day fell on my way to Cobham.Alone today as Alan had chosen a good weekend to go to Manchester and Sabin could not face his bike getting dirty again-and he had been out for a ride 4 days during the week ,having sought out one group or cycling pensioners after another ,and Mark Williams has gone into hibernation.
There were about 20 all told at Cobham and we went off in about 4 groups,the smallest only having 3 riders.
We were 6,Andy,Paul ,Simon,Richard ,Trevor and me. Not good,Paul -ok.Simon-ok. Paul AND Simon -not so good.And so off we went into the drizzle and Paul riding his brand new Planet X bike bought for racing was trying to break the speed limit before we had even left Cobham.
As he usually does ,Trevor had kindly worked out a route and so took us an unusual way to Polesden Lacey and then as another first time diversion down Cudmore Lane outside Newdigate."Lane" is rather generous as it consisted of a mile length hole with a bit of tarmac here and there. How pleased Paul was as his very fine looking bike bounced from one scintilla of tarmac to another.
We then had a scenic tour of the Gatwick long term car parks before arriving in Horley.After enjoying the glories for the first time of Redhill last week ,little did I know that the delights of Horley awaited me a week later.Perhaps it looks better when not draped in mist and drizzle.
And maybe not......
At Turners Hill we split up since Richard had to get back and as Paul and Andy were feeling rather tired they went to the tea room at Balcombe while Simon,Trev and I stuck to Trev's route going round to Ardingly and then past the reservoir and along the stunning valley taking in the Balcombe Viaduct . Even in the rain we were again struck by how stunning it is ,built in 1840,it is 500 metres long and 96 feet heigh and contains 11 million bricks. A long way from Horley.
When we got back to Balcombe I met up with Andy and Paul just finishing their feast while Trev and Simon went westwards and home. Paul then proceeded to rip my legs off ( if not Andy"s) on the way home and it was with utter relief that at Newdigate Paul went straight on with Andy.The joy of being alone and sitting up with no one to see .
98.5 miles by the time I got back ,feet frozen ,damp but not soaked and another good day.
Has Richard had beans for breakfast or is Simon just worried about being recognised?
The slackers in the tea room.