I woke up feeling roughly okay and rode out into Norfolk by Fuego. I found a bunch of recumbent miscreants a couple of miles east of Oxborough, and followed them to a disappointing pub visit (with miniscule mackerel pate & toast portion for one of the number), apart from some excellent fruit cake and butter brought by another rider - top planning, that man. Whilst in the pub garden we were photographed and promised apples by a woman with worryingly multicoloured clothing who claimed to have a lucky jacket, but we left before she could accost us with said apples; possible lucky escape.
BHPC members in the group used the Wereham bypass for impromptu training and buggered off out of sight at warp speed. Having caught up (well, they waited a long time), we then sampled a roadside sugar beet and pronounced it sugary (yes, really), and I left the ride proper to follow my old commuting route across the fens.
95km for me, and glad I went, although I seem to be paying for it today with a headache. Thanks for organising, Will.