A heavy week preparing for my company's appearance at a show in Earls Court meant that sleeps were limited prior to this FNR. Add in the hot weather all week and it was a weary me who wheeled his wistful way to HPC. I had passed this 'memorial' a couple of times - in Knightsbridge, outside Hyde Park - more abuse within the world, illustrated with candles.
At HPC the buzz was evident - some absent in advance of the Dunwich Dynamo but many famliar faces, including topcat1. He is wearing so much Rapha and Assos these days that he felt it necessary to bring a bodyguard in the form of elder brother Mike.
Mike and Dave - ready to roll.
With the familiar faces came the new. After all, this had been 'puffed' as a genteel ride, where fragrant participants might combat the cheap talciness that usually prevails...
'Handbag' was not there - a shocker. (But I caught up with her the following evening, somewhere in Suffolk!)
I had brought mine along, stuffed with treats and general sustenance which was dispensed, eventually, in Gatwick Airport.
So, after the usual 'bollards', off we pedalled - into the warm evening and warm traffic scudding around London - outwards, Southbound and away.
Champion chaser-downer Danilo was often to be found adjusting his nuts and manipulating his girlfriend's seat. She (Kadu? - not sure

) was delightful and didn't mind chatting while he was doing it.
And then there was another paws in the proceedings...
And we climbed onwards - here's 'Magentleman Tim' on the way up. Most people benefit from Tim's gentle touch along the way - and I mean that in the nicest possible way!
A restful view, showing the true grumpy Greg - ha ha! along with some 'fresh faces' - splendid!
Awaiting the arrival of ilovebikes' third ascent - Greg is still looking for that taxi...a funny man!
And the rest? Well, plenty of reportage here which is lovely - the swimming, the breakfast, rich p turning up as company for the closing climb, (he always makes it look straightforward) and a decent chat in the sunshine chez Madeira.
I wanted to get back reasonably pronto - Dunwich beckoned. I had thought of buying a train ticket as 'insurance' - but didn't succumb. Clive, Mike, Marilyn and MacB were off via the scenic route, so I rushed to a telephone box and returned as mouseketeer A-man!
Home was:
Turn right at the Madeira.
A23 full blast at 45mph in places, 9mph in others. I had updated the software in the Garmin and it was all in 'Imperial' - interesting!
Thirst, heat, repeating breakfast, need drinks - saw a garage and refuelled.
Even the bin was welcoming!
A23 quieter version through Crawley - I passed a Stadium I think?
I met this chap somewhere along the way too - I stuffed him in the hedge (at chest height approx) in this location.
There is an old painted sign nearby advertising a Boomtown Rats concert in the field - any ideas where it was you locals?
A217 - dammit! Reigate Hill is a long way up! Note to Lee 1010 - let's stick to Shooters Hill eh?
A240 Tolworth, Kingston and homeward...at this point I dialled in 'home' just to see what my Garmin controller inside the plastic box had to say...I know to turn right but it was telling me left! I followed - out of interest, and soon I was off to Sunbury, towards Kempton Park etc... There's something strange going on it seems - taking me on a 30 minute detour - very odd.
Anyway, home in time to shower, wash kit, get some food and settle into the majority of the Lions last test. Then I laid my head in the dog basket and napped before waking, changing into CycleChat evening gown and heading off to London Fields for.
A little bike ride.
Thanks for your company everyone...so little time, passing quickly...
And, of course, a ride in revered company - genteel, but revered...