In brighton in the sun eating fish and chips.
I was 45 minutes behind you. We had an extended stop in Crawley in a cafe which by rights should have been a damn sight warmer than it were. Then we set off, in teeth-chattering cold. Butterfly headed to Three Bridges station, and I turned to face a stiff headwind. I had several bailing points marked, and, probably because of that, I kept plugging on.
I drafted a car.for a long while. It had the same combination of good descending, purpose on the flat, and dogged, if not totally effective climbing as I do, so we happened along together.
Then the wind blew off one guy's cap. There was no way they were going to stop for it, so I did (once i'd negotiated some traction with a very wet and oily road). Looked like quite an expensive titfer, so I shoved it in my back pocket, and tried to make up lost time. Slowly through the next village, where there were lots of cars parked, and I searched for a car I only recognised the back end of. Fortunately, on the next hill, they'd pulled over, so cap and owner were reunited to great delight.
The sun did its very best this afternoon, and I did dry out a bit, though I still have soggy socks. Can't say it actually got warm, as such, but Crawley was definitely the coldest spot.
Pyecombe Hill was tricky, as I kept an eye out for the car behind me, in case it was gaining, in which case I'd dismount and take to the verge. But I got up there ok, passing two other cyclists on the way, both of whom had to get off and push.
The run into Brighton was ok, though, as ever (except for FNRttC) the drivers of the modern cars were complete idiots.
Only three fords en route, and one of them was on the Pyecombe path diversion. First one was deep enough to put a pedal underwater, though.
A grand day out, if a little more testing than the ideal. I'm on a train back to croydon, and will round up the ride a shade to make 100km.
Don't want to speak too soon, but the rear wheel, which has been wobbly since about Coulsdon, has held up pretty well. I think it's just the one spoke (again). Ah well, it's ok.