Well
@mmmmartin I, for one, am endebted to you for your leadership and encouragement, appalling sense of humour, and sheer bluddy common sense, and for everything you've done to keep the world's most angelicate cycling club on the roads.
It's been real and it's been a real pleasure.
(Ed: Right that's enough)
Couldn't have put it better. Hear hear!
What a night out. It could have turned out so differently. I might not have have made it up at all, just like a few others from That South East ...
As it stood Friday morning, I was booked on the 1257 Grand Central service from Kings Cross. Got the 1024 from Fratton into Waterloo. On that train, I checked the National Rail app....1257 cancelled. Oh ****. Find out about the lightning strike at York and subsequent disruption. I don't know if there will be a train, and if there is if I can get on it with a bike (GC don't do bike reservations at all, first come first served only). Nice LNER person at KX confirms my (advance fare, booked train only) ticket will still be valid on whatever service I can actually find running. The 1127 Sunderland service goes on the board as 1307 departure, first stop York. I head to the platform. Bit of back and forth finding bike storage. But bike goes on, and I find a seat. Standard class is rammed & very hot. There are bottles of water (330ml). I had four during the journey and they barely touched bottom. I was soaked with sweat by the time we made York. The train manager terminated the service there because she was concerned about passenger safety- awful for those going further north but she was right. A bit of a wait to get the bike off and then to get to the main concourse, where friend Daryl was waiting. I wasn't staying with him and Jen this time (she was doing a half-marathon tomorrow anyway, but then they had family up at short notice) so it was a short but sweet meeting with those lovely people, somewhat enlivened by a biblical hailstorm (for which we were handily located in a pub roof terrace, up steep stone steps...duck and cover until it blew over!).
Masterchef Jen had kindly made brownies again (they seemed to go down well, your compliments have been passed on), to go with the cake mountain from the other York domestic goddess I know, our very own
@User10119, who plied self
@GrumpyGregry @Andrew Br @Ruthie @mcshroom with macaroni cheese and more cake. Top notch coffee mocha cinnamon (if memory serves) fairy cakes, and a most excellent evening with our hostess and cubs. Then to the Minster, where we were in the unusual position of being a little late, but still there well before ride leader. Tsk tsk.
A somewhat depleted peloton of 21 set off at 1220, after birthday greetings for Conrad (a mere 73, and he put self and others to shame on the climbs!) and a wait for someone who didn't show up or answer the phone, plus Peter whose train was held up in the ongoing delays.
Apocalyptic weather failed to show up. Given the strength of the headwind I was glad of my jacket but the temperature was pleasant and the rain stayed off. Zero mechanicals of note, though one of our number had a cramp-induced clipless moment during a comfort break stop/regroup. Given our pace, we quite easily made Garthorpe at the scheduled ETA of four, where Jiggy and helper had laid on their usual quality spread. Though smaller than expected in number, we made a pretty decent dent in it. As per usual, I loaded plenty of carbs!
Then onwards and upwards (no, this ride is not flat) into the dawn. Humber Bridge was reached just after seven. Crossing that is always a pleasure. And no silly speed signs on the shared paths, unlike on the Severn....We reached Wetherspoons in Hull, final destination, pretty much on the dot of eight.
@Soltydog left us there to ride home (and should have reached 150 miles for the night on that splendid Enigma), the rest of us mostly went for variations on the full English. Apart from ride leader's scrambled egg and avocado combo (no, me neither).
After my own refuelling and caffeination, I decided to head NW. It had just started to rain, so on with the over trousers...which soon went back in the bag as a most pleasant morning developed. Any thoughts of bailing for the delightful and overpriced Northern Fail service were soon quashed. Route was play it by ear as the Garmin failed to find the GPX file I'd used before to get back to York, even though it was sitting in the right folder...(and I lost one of the side buttons as well, grr).
That aforementioned GPX file loaded on Osmand on the phone, off I went. Instead of the intended quieter roads, I ended up going on the A164 and then the A1079. Trunk roads, but not too busy, ornery drivers were absent, progress rapid. By the time I reached the outskirts of York 38 or so miles later, average speed had reached 13.5 mph. That collapsed as I walked through to Petergate ( easiest way to negotiate those crowds) but still back at the B&B just before one. And then a nap. 113 miles done since the Den, century number 13 of 2018 not unlucky.
Thanks one and all, this was a cracker as always. Fingers crossed trains are back to normal (ish) tomorrow for my return south.. .