Wimps, the pair of you
I even kept to my planned route. With four others - Marky Mark, Rob Quin, TimNick and a John - willing to try an alternative route we set off more-or-less at the time I designated, turned right at Hooley and rode up the hill into a winter wonderland. That view as you drop down White Hill towards the A217 looks like you're in far distant rural area, not just south of London, squidged in between, Sutton and Croydon to the north, Redhill/Reigate to the south and the A217 and our old favourite, the A23. I had an idea that the roads I intended to go on would be mostly dry and ice free - the worst one for ice was the road from Walton-on-the-Hill to back of Headley but we rode sensibly and steady and avoided the worst.
Introduced some of my group to Pebblecombe who decided that they were glad to be going down it rather than up it! Next time
Continued by a direct route to Charlwood as the conversation went a little low - I think some of the guys were suffering
I needed to get back quickly and so Marky Mark and I headed for the A217 and rode straight up to Reigate and then over to the A23.
My mother then put me through torture by making me have a shower before I'd thawed out properly before we headed out to have lunch in Carshalton and browse the charity shops.