A slightly smaller peloton than average (in numbers that is, we are taller on average without DL), made its way to the default option ie the Compasses, last night.
Huggy, AndyQuaffer and Gavin SSN left Spa and presumably picked up Bobb somewhere between there and TMNH.
Tomsk made his own way from Dunmow and I attempted my own version of closed road cycling by cycling a road that was, quite literally closed. In fact, in places it no longer existed. Much hiking through mud, nettles, brambles and a ford ensued
Nevertheless, we all assembled eventually and sampled the usual fine selection there. Essex Boys by Crouch Vale being given the prestigious "quaffers' choice award" for the evening.
In attempt to get our kitty back on the road (which will save me from scrounging when I "forget" to bring any money again), we may have to find an exotic location that DL hasn't been to, we wouldn't all fit in his bath so a pub it will have to be...