How I came to lead a "B" run is a mystery so keep it simple was my watchword. Nine cut across the playground behind the day centre and were soon toiling up the only hill into Rowtown. After Addlestone's backstreets and Chertsey's Meads came a leisurely trundle on the Thames towpath and under Staines bridge. Here the elastic snapped separating the leading five from the rest. After forlorn searches and a phone call, we found the tail was now ahead of the head and somewhere on the Moor. A lengthy chase beside the M25 and through the tunnels of junction 14 meant we caught them only as they turned off into a near empty Five Bells at Horton. Soon food was on our tables for what became a leisurely lunch. Having punctured at the start, John joined us but needed Ed's practical tyre refitting before we could continue. Junction 14 was also on the return leg but this time it led towards Stanwell. Having avoided Ashford town centre, we skirted past BP and Felthamhill's (what hill?) wheat stubble. Ducking under the Chertsey Arterial Road (as was), we entered the leafier surrounds of Hampton and a lengthy stay at the Pheasantry within the park completed the ride. I was home at the unusually early time of quarter past four.
From Graham Hill
From Graham Hill
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