Sorry for the delay in the write up as the forum has been a bit iffy for me down here and also apologies for not replying to personal messages for the same reason.
Well.. a small but perfectly formed group decided to do something a little different this week so we set off into deepest Kent in search of coffee and cake. 9 riders in total so it was easy to keep together and communication was easy. Out over farthing downs and straight into a headwind- conversation seemed to drop at this point- even Peter (parp) Munden had to dig in- he had not been well earlier in the week after suffering a hellish dose of the Brads. We headed out to caterham, intending (well i was) to go up the nice 12%er at woldingham then out to westerham-crockham hill- four elms- penshurst, when suddenly my hand was wrenched from the helm by "elbows" and he took us on a slight detour -very nice it was too , beautiful valley views, long slow incline- same old headwind. Luckily for "parp" there was plenty of cover. Anyway.. i said to Mark (elbows) does this bring us out on the route? Yes he said, when we get to the top you will know where you are ( i didn't)- down the hill we flew over some road surfaces that made the paris -roubaix look like a velodrome, not surprisingly Paul had a puncture as we finally descended into godstone??!!
Slightly off of my route- i navigated us thru lingfield -crowhurst- staffhurstwood- and finally to the bottom of crockham hill, the roads we went along were just like the tour of flanders, it seemed like the roads were closed as there were no cars at all, it was really sunny and it looked like spring had finally arrived. Out thru four elms and onto Penshurst where we stopped for coffee and cake, no matter what direction we took it always seemed to be into the wind.Excellent coffee for a change and even the addiscombe coffee critic had two cups at least ( David Lom).
Off we go again but a puncture allows us more recovery time as David fixed a torn tyre. The home journey was against the wind all the way and there were a few tired legs- poor old parp by this time was desparate for food and water and even talked of avoiding hills on the way home which is most unlike him, i gave him an energy bar and the rest of my drink bottle when we got within 10 miles of home (for me). The croydon contingent went home via white hill road 16% and Paul and I went our respective ways.
A really enjoyable ride for me as i have not been out much of late. 65 hilly miles on the clock and great company as well.