Didn't even get to Chatteris. Early on I was working hard to stay on the back of a small group who were tooling along at 15 mph and chatting away like they weren't even trying. Hmm, maybe a sandwich would help. Took my hand away from my mouth and found blood on my fingers and the sandwich from a nose bleed. Yeuch!
Something wasn't right so stopped at Benwick to text Richard that I was packing. The ride back to Sleaford with a light tailwind was a real grunt. Was hoping I could tag onto some of the Fenland Friends groups but they were all too fast for me. And I got a bloody p*nct*re.
Spent the rest of the weekend sleeping and watching cricket at Woodhall Spa which was really fab.
