No1Son & I inched round the 100, returning to the arrivee a whole 20 minutes ahead of my WSW clubmate on the 200 who we also met up with at Finchingfield.
You gluttonous souls ahead of us had cleared the first control out of cake, but my extensive local knowledge remembered the immediately adjacent shop has a ridiculously large selection of baked goods, just the right size for hiding files in, for visitors to the neighbouring prison.
Fortified, we 'raced' onwards with only a little swearing from me as I thought I was about to lose my legs downhill into S-by-C, and the removal of No1Son's mum-swear-filter when the Tesco delivery van completely failed to slow at all for us on a narrow wee lane.
A huge queue and slow service at Finchingfield meant we eschewed proper food for jelly babies and muesli bars which probably contributed to the poor boy's struggle for the final 20km. That, and the demoralising sight of the aforementioned clubmate disappearing off into the distance within a mile of setting out as a threesome...
Lovely route, just enough hills to be interesting. I've found out where all the lady cyclists are- they're doing populaires. I've never seen so many women out on bikes at once.
First fixed audax for me, and first ever audax for the boy. If he makes the weather likes this every time, I'll pack him in my panniers. There was, like, sun, and everything. I even ate a fly or two.
