Fortunately Lucy's little 'un was OK, so she made it. In the absence of the toiling Marco, there were still eight out: Lucy, two Grahams, Huw, George B, another George (I think that's his name?), Bob, self. Mad G only just made it to the White Bear in time after a brush with White Van Man, fortunately only his pride was dented (wouldn't have wanted to be in the shoes of WVM).
Better weather to finish than forecast, and usual congenial ride to Downe Cake cafe. There it was even more amiable, as George stood cake and drinks all round to celebrate his 37 years. And the lovely cafe lady brought him a chunk of walnut cake surmounted by a lit candle. Cue "Happy Birthday!" chorus from all.