Sadly, Woolly and I bailed at Stratford. My decision.
I was just too wet and freezing cold after the ride in from Parson's Green, during which we'd got drenched, and I wasn't confident I'd manage to warm up again all day.
We waved sheepishly to Pippa and Jurek as they headed steadfastly towards the station: chapeau, folks!
It's a good job I bailed, I think. My thighs when we arrived home were a sight to behold - luminous bright red and totally numb!
Hmm. TMI?
Still, 25 miles under our belts today, and we're about to tuck into a hot English Brekky. I hope you loons have fun!