Only One Hill
I arrived early at Nibbles
Datchet to find Dave Ward already tucking into a Bacon sandwich. The
numbers steadily increased to 15 when Grant, the last to arrive,
announced he was only coming to 11's. 11 o'clock arrived and the queue
for the single toilet had ended we set off. The weather was overcast and
looked as though it promised rain, I kept the pace a tad high as it was
23 miles to lunch and all gently uphill. All went well until the
descent to Aston where the overnight storm has caused masses of mud and
gravel to cascade across the road just after which we had our first
visit from the puncture fairy and our newest member Robin was the
target, this did mean that the rest of the group could spend a few
minutes at Hambleden lock, which was crowded with sight see-errs
watching the Swanuppers in their jolly outfits and very grand
watercraft.I cannot close this article without a word or two about the very sad loss of Ray Dare, such a tragedy, and an inspiration to many in his exploits. Ride safe.
Swan Uppers at Hambleden
Tony..
1 comment:
23 miles to lunch. Sounds like an A ride to me.
Post a Comment