Hope your knee feels better cycleman.
The duck and I caught the train to Brighton to meet with the Brighton and Hove Clarion. Well, more accurately, we missed the train to Brighton and missed the B & H Clarion. We gave chase, finding out just before we reached Rottingdene that they had gone on the top route and we had followed the undercliff. We re-routed and caught them. We rode to a cafe with a sort of country park with a great playground that the duck thoroughly enjoyed, despite standing knee deep in a puddle at one point. We continued towards Newhaven and were just walking up the last hill before the descent into the town when I discovered that my front tyre was completely flat. The Marathon was resistant to being removed (it had been there nearly 7 years, after all), but was finally persuaded. Whilst I and one of the gentlemen replaced the tube and reassembled the bike, the duck organised two ladies, not in the first flush of their youth, into playing hopscotch on the paving and then into practicing parkour, jumping off fences. We finally completed the run into Newhaven where the others retired to a restaurant for lunch and The duck and I made our way to the station. It was a lovely day out, mishaps notwithstanding.