With the Easyriders at Walton and others on the grouse moors, there seemed
to be few about but I still counted 16 of Irene's followers. After Terry's
safety speech, we stalked the B group to the canal where they took to the
towpath. Onwards to West Byfleet and down the Pyrford Road got us to Ripley
then a right before the Seven Sisters led on to Send and Potter's Lane. From
the A3 cyclepath we wandered through the Burpham's suburbs and up into the
centre of Guildford. To keep everyone happy Irene had options: Wetherspoons
or the Kings Head; only Adam and John B chose the former. The rest followed
Irene up a blind alley but at the second attempt we hit the target with a
splinter group of four settling for the castle gardens. Our return was
delayed whilst Irene dug out the Wetherspoons two but soon we were heading
along the banks of the Navigation. After pausing to admire the tree
sculpture in Woodbridge Meadows, we continued to the A3 and the very
familiar route to Ockham Bites where Ray was settling into his tea having
taken to the road. The mileage eaters may have felt shortchanged by little
more than twenty miles of communal riding but I was home on four well ahead
of the rain which had threatened all day.
Graham Hill
to be few about but I still counted 16 of Irene's followers. After Terry's
safety speech, we stalked the B group to the canal where they took to the
towpath. Onwards to West Byfleet and down the Pyrford Road got us to Ripley
then a right before the Seven Sisters led on to Send and Potter's Lane. From
the A3 cyclepath we wandered through the Burpham's suburbs and up into the
centre of Guildford. To keep everyone happy Irene had options: Wetherspoons
or the Kings Head; only Adam and John B chose the former. The rest followed
Irene up a blind alley but at the second attempt we hit the target with a
splinter group of four settling for the castle gardens. Our return was
delayed whilst Irene dug out the Wetherspoons two but soon we were heading
along the banks of the Navigation. After pausing to admire the tree
sculpture in Woodbridge Meadows, we continued to the A3 and the very
familiar route to Ockham Bites where Ray was settling into his tea having
taken to the road. The mileage eaters may have felt shortchanged by little
more than twenty miles of communal riding but I was home on four well ahead
of the rain which had threatened all day.
Graham Hill
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