I was out last night and it seems that I passed within a few hundred metres of Steve's track (we both went through Saffron Walden, although he was there a few hours ahead of me, I think, and our tracks didn't quite cross).
There was still plenty of painted slogans on the roads I rode home on left over from last year's TdF. It's always nice to see "Shut up Legs" on the brow of a hill.