And there was something missing...
You could have chosen a more upto date one of me!
Now I am (sort of) more awake, my memories of Friday.
Leaving the pub at (near enough) midnight, a stream of 16 cyclists setting off into the night, me at the front, leading us through the town. Deano thought we were going round by the prison, but I thought it might be more (harmless) fun to ride down the high street. It was! The groups of drunken youths shouting unintelligable rubbish at us from outside every pub made me smile.
Soon we were into the darkness, just after Brompton. The group, as is usually the case on group rides, split and reformed in different formations throughout the run. This meant you were never short of a new conversation.
At Scotch Corner coffee was drunk (which made me feel a bit quesy, due to the late night and me being off the caffiene at the moment) and chats were had. Off back into the night (well pre-dawn) and a fast dash down to Scorton. At Moulton (about 2 miles before Scorton) I said to Dean "I'll break and get some photos of everyone coming round the corner in Scorton. This I did, and when I get back home I'll post them. I then went on my merry way back to NTR, having family obligations to complete that day (swimming lessons and dance rehersals), whilst Mrs T was out at a birhtday bash for one of her friends. I took the scenic route home, including a dawn ride down a dry Shark Lane!
Home by about 05:05, cup of tea, toast then a nap on the sofa.
One of my favourites, nearly up there with last year's birthday ride. It's only beaten by that due to us being able to sit on the beach at the end.