An excellent day out in cold and breezy conditions. We rode together until I paused for a pee and faffage stop somewhere near Charney Bassett. I'd been following the route from memory, but once I restarted it soon--well, soon-ish--transpired that the route I was now following from memory wasn't the MC200. Drat... I cranked up the GPS and found it had decided to revert to base maps only. Wantage did not exist.
I got back on course after a few bonus km, and caught Phil at the Tutti Pole just as he was preparing to leave. He was easily persuaded to hang around in the warm while I hoovered up tea and cake. He romped and I grovelled over the hills to Wootton Bassett, where we paused only long enough to get receipts and for me to confirm that I was having a dopey day, as I tried to wheel off my bike before unlocking it.
By Cirencester we had caught up with Scottlington and were running on empty, so stopped at the cafe to ingest mood-altering substances, in my case panini and hot chocolate. The rest of the ride was a breeze--in our faces going up the White Way (what a surprise), then mostly favourable. The long drags after Lechlade were longer and draggier than usual, and intermittent sleet on the road to Charlbury was occasionally character-forming.
Wildlife: Oodles of buzzards, a kite, a kestrel, an egret, and a barn owl.
Public service announcement: Nik had devised the world's smallest-print info control answer in Calmsden. Riders may wish to pack a magnifying glass.