Well, I still went to Wisborough Green
Thought I'd turn up at CSS and see if anyone might be willing to come along... got there just before 9am to find plenty of newbees and just4funners waiting for the off. Did wonder if I should do the honourable thing and help Tim but senior was on hand.
Pete was leading an alternative ride to Henfold Lakes which coincided with my route out as far as Dorking so I set off with them but parted with them at Elmore Pond as they were waiting for a slower rider. Turned off down White Hill and headed towards Box Hill where hoardes of cyclists seemed to coming out from with a steady stream riding up the Zig Zag to swell the numbers already at the top. But as I rode down into Dorking and up Leith Hill the numbers dwindled to only a few. Don't worry John I didn't ride up Leith Hill in the big chain ring - well not the bottom bit anyway
Went down Tanhurst Lane where a few brave souls were struggling up - though because the road is quite rough in places, it almost hurt as much hanging onto the brakes. I then followed the road signs to Cranleigh and on to Dunsfold, Plaistow and Kirdford. Just before Kirdford I saw a little owl - yes, that is what it's called - lovely little thing Also saw a few cyclists on my way, including 3 tourists laden down with panniers and rackpacks.
Followed my nose and ended up coming in to Wisborough Green from the opposite way which was kind of what I had intended - and a very nice lane it was too but then I hit the main road and followed that into the village itself. Checking the map back at home, I should've gone straight over and found another quiet little lane (one I think from the Spring Onion) but I was getting tired and didn't risk it.
The cafe was still there and I had a very welcome pot of tea with a sandwich. The waitress was very well-trained - obviously by the Over the Hill Gang - because she immediately offered to fill my water bottle when I went back inside to pay clutching it.
Set off back home and bumped into a cyclist who originally came from Sutton and rode with him for awhile until I got my bearings and knew exactly where I was going. Rode on to Bucks Green, Ellen's Green and Walliswood to ride up Weare Street, a lovely road in every season. One of the lads going the other way seemed to know me or think they knew me because he kind of pointed his finger in that way that says, I think I know you... either that or it was some strange code and I wasn't in the club
I then kept myself going with the promise of an ice-cream at Capel which I duly did, sitting under the shade of some willows by the village pond. It was very welcome because I'd been feeling a little sick in the heat from Ellens Green to that point. Had a pigeon very interested in me and if I sat very still would come up within inches of me. Also incited some interest from a black labrador who came over to check if I had anything worth snaffling as soon as he was left off the lead (What do they say about labradors, eat anything no matter how disgusting?)
Headed off feeling a bit more revived and after that it was pretty much straight back though I was a bit worried by one car driver who I first saw parked on a bend, who as I passed carefully given the stupid place he'd stopped, put his hand out and waggled his finger round and round which was rather off-putting. He then started up and drove past me, staring at me and licking his lips. He did have passenger but it was still somewhat disconcerting... He then stopped in another daft place and seemed to expect me stop along side - just before a junction. He seemed to be waving a map but I pretended I hadn't seen it and kept on... Perhaps if he'd got out of the car and walked back to meet me with the map I might have stopped and helped him but he'd rather freaked me out and I was rather tired. Also he was right next to a cricket match with plenty of people to help him.
Otherwise pretty much a lovely ride, incident-free - not even a comment on my arse
Oh I forgot the idiot at CSS who reversed very fast at a couple of newbees I was talking to and when I pointed out that as cyclists, cars reversing fast at us to within a foot or less is just a tad worrying, he called me a silly cow or something similar. I waved and thanked him