Thankfully its the first day of my hols
I have a rule, when you crawl over the crest of Chinoor Hill asweating and apuffing, stop. Under no circumstancea descend the 10 miles of twisting turning fog clad hill on the other side.
Because then you'll have to ride all the way to London on your own without a map, directions or your glasses which you'll drop on the hill
But by a freak of chance you'll meet the rest of the group a mile from the cafe, the cheeky fuckers will pretend they've not even missed you for the last four hours
Anyway, stop at the top, there's a sharp right or something