I had my Barts eye appointment in the morning so didn't feel it was sensible to do a long ride after all the drops and so on. I ambled out along Meath Green Road, being accosted by two young ladies who were apparently in need of a ride on my bike, or some such. They appeared mildly disabled, with mobility issues, but when one of them succumbed to a digestive transit trauma I decided to move on.
My aim was simply to head out along Meath Green/Lonesome till I ran head-on into the massed Dinottes of the throng,and I equipped myself with double Cateye E530, and a Karrimor head torch (seven quid, Sports World). I duly ran into the throng waiting at the top of a small rise with traffic calming barriers.
There were several puzzled looks as I rode up, and Charlotte's call of "sideways car" rang out. What a mixed collection of vehicles, from a knobbly-tyred MTB, through a Mundo freighter to somebody's Colnago.
I took up a back marker space, and realised that someone at the front was stretching it a bit. Adrian and I were chatting, and decided to let our legs warm up a little, so we moved on up through the field till the drama of Jurek's Bend, where nobody fell off.
A regathering at the junction, another at the Air Balloon, and on down Victoria Road, where I found out that Simon's route into Gatwick doesn't take The Muddy Path, as NCN21 is known to me, but The Shitty Path, which is tarmac with a tyre-gripping central seam, lamp posts, sharp fenced bends, un-dropped kerbs, and so on.
The Gatwick surprise awaited us. I had already upset Charlotte by calling her That Name (retribution will strike when I least expect it) an as we squeezed the tandem and three solos into the lift, I exacerbated the offence. I opened the lift inner door while we were still moving.....the lift stopped, hesitated, then went all the way down again.
Costa. Ski bunnies. Muffins.....and all too soon time to move on. Due to the time, the wallabies were left in peace, and I waved them all off down Balcombe Road, having had just a nice warm-up and leg stretch. When I have no eye issues, then....it was tempting, but not tonight, Joesphine.