Dorking to Denbies via Wisborough Green

We slipped quietly along Church St. to avoid the one way system, before taking the A25 to Westcott. Here we left behind the snorting motor cars to pass Holy Trinity for the lush green, gently rising Logmore Lane. The surface was perhaps not as sensuously smooth as Cleopatra's bottom, as I had promised some, but there was still some tarmac left. This brought us breathing deeply up to Coldharbour and the reward of a cooling descent beside Leith Hill to Campfield Place. This gave us the chance to enjoy Tanhurst Lane at its most benign, the surface at its most forgiving. Yet still it had one unexpected surprise in store, as a startled deer leapt across the lane, in a vain attempt to mount Vic's pannier. Fortunately no harm to man nor beast.
After a good innings at table, fine fare and drink taken beneath parasols, too soon it was time to take to the field for the afternoon session. Views varied as to the preferred way forward. Vic and Minori, already having more miles behind them than most, opted to return via Loxwood. Pete would plough his own furrow and David Vines decided to press on to the coast.
For the rest, our return was via Drungewick, Rudgwick, Airwick and Oakwood Hill, with Weare Street producing a slightly competitive increase in tempo and stretching the elastic. However, with riders now on automatic pilot, it was destination Denbies, arriving well in time for tea. Pam and Ed, delayed by a tractor, made a dramatic entrance.
Jeff
P.S. Has anybody lost a lock? If so, Luc may have it.