Many thanks from me to Bob for taking on the A Group lead today. A baker's dozen of us—Bob, Pete B, Pete M, Will, Toni, John B, John S, Ian A, Neil, Ed S, Rob,Vic and Julian—set off from Weybridge to the Forester's Arms at Bagshot: through Addlestone, turning right down School Lane then left to St Peter's Hospital and through the grounds, down the long, straight One Hill Road, past some amazingly ornate gates shielding enormous houses, right into Gracious Pond Road, across the M3 to Windlesham and then under the railway to Jenkins Hill and the Forester's on the A30.
The pub was welcoming, the beer good and the food tasty, plentiful and promptly brought to us in the Skittle Alley, where we talked (among many other things) about childhood illnesses and remedies (liquid paraffin for constipation, thick black treacle for throats and bacon rind for a stiff neck), the impossible burgeoning and insecurity of e-mails, the Mafia and tricycles.
Bob brought us to order and we followed a fairly similar route back to Addlestone where most people opted to carry on home while a few had tea in the Muffin Cafe. It was an excellent outing in good weather and, for me at least, opened up new territory. I clocked 48 miles from Kingston door to door—others will have done more.
Julian
The pub was welcoming, the beer good and the food tasty, plentiful and promptly brought to us in the Skittle Alley, where we talked (among many other things) about childhood illnesses and remedies (liquid paraffin for constipation, thick black treacle for throats and bacon rind for a stiff neck), the impossible burgeoning and insecurity of e-mails, the Mafia and tricycles.
Bob brought us to order and we followed a fairly similar route back to Addlestone where most people opted to carry on home while a few had tea in the Muffin Cafe. It was an excellent outing in good weather and, for me at least, opened up new territory. I clocked 48 miles from Kingston door to door—others will have done more.
Julian
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