Thanks for the really nice comments - I'm glad it was a success for those involved (including me
). Numbers fluctuated - mostly down as a Rob?T turned for home at Warninglid for his dissertation and Toks and Steph took the train home from Brighton (we won't mention Tok's timekeeping at the start ...) then Nicholas decided that his cleat was screwed up beyond use and turned back down into Brighton to join Toks and Steph on the train even before we'd started the real climb out of Brighton.
Top marks should go to TimNick for his steady sitting at the front, despite the shouts of 'Easy' from behind. Tim only seems to have two modes, stop and go
And also to Ginnie (Nicholas, read in shame and weep!) for sticking it out there and back and getting 100+ miles under her wheels
( I thought about going round the block for another 3 miles but thought better of it - heating and a hot shower were calling)
Sounds like we were also lucky to avoid the MayDay protests - my brother mentioned them when I met him at the pier for a rather short meet. We then found where all the police were - not to mention about every bit of broken glass - up the climb to Hollingbury and Ditchling but only saw the odd protester. Did we really get away with no punctures?
I have to say that despite a lingering-but-not-really-there cold, I was quite pleased with the way I rode over the weekend - kept on most of the climbs with the guys and still managed to be first girl up Devil's Dyke despite having to stop and make sure the rest got the turn right from the main road (thanks, Toks, for taking over there so I could overtake Ginny up the last drag).
Good blast along the Devil's Dyke road back to the main road except for the strange taste in my mouth. A stop for a regroup on the main road hastily got going again as we realised they were spraying crops in the field across the road and we were getting the full benefit of it, yuck
It would've been nice to have had some sunshine but at least it never really rained and we certainly didn't overheat and I didn't run out of drink.
Oh and thanks guys for sorting out the guy with the broken chain (which I had spotted) which left Ginny and me to make friends with the two horses over the road at the bottom of Ditchling - one of which kept butting me in the t*t cos he obviously thought I was someone else and should have something nice for him like sugar lumps.