To celebrate the end of meteorological summer, I plan to stretch our legs a little, inspired by the following text:
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills: from whence cometh my lunch.
Into the far north, yea even unto Beaconsfield: will I guide my pedals.
I am not promising a ride of biblical proportions, no floods or plagues of frogs, but a nice pub which is almost of biblical age: the Royal Standard of England at Forty Green claims to be Englands oldest free house and I think it will be worth the ride.
23 miles to lunch, 25 back to tea at Upper Halliford. Not too hilly, but I would appreciate a prompt start please.
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