Alors!
I went upstairs to remove the rain assisted road filth from my encrusted shape and ooops! it is 03:30 in the morning. I must have 'nodded off'.

Our 'Newhaven Night' began as usual - under the Wellington Arch. Simon was taking a rest break by reposing while others arrived. Tourists were throwing their odd change into his cycling cap as they strolled by - probably thinking that the poor soul could do with a good square meal.
Dry, temperate and lovely was the weather as we set off to Sloane Square and beyond. Not so active as a Friday Night Special but the ride group was moving quickly to discharge the metropolis. Then it rained.
Els, Kathy, Simon, Tim O, Tim P, Adrian, Frank, Stuart, David, Des and self - 11 riders and ten bikes. As mentioned earlier, Mr & Mrs Pike had 'trouble at mill', but were able to join at Reigate Hill - and we sped to Gatwick, to dry, to warm and to chat. There's something quite nice about the smaller group - it gives each other a bit more time to socialise. Besides, there was no rush. Reigate was full of chavs - a group of whom tried to irritate Des by launching a big plastic bottle at him whilst tearing round the corner in their '
shot hatch' . We were in motion and I saw a skinny runt ease himself right out of the rear window, out of sight of Des, and try to throw just as the car lurched around. I hope the tosser hurt himself contorting like that.

Reigate was 'alive' and I said to Des "What are all these people doing around at this time of night - it's Thursday, not Friday?" (it was 02:15) Nonchalant Des replied 'Didn't you do the same thing when you were young - get in, an hours kip and out again to work?' "Most certainly not" I lied.

((i) rarely went home, and ii) work? )
Gatwick's back entrance to pleasure was negotiated without problem and we dried.
On leaving, it was a tad chilly but dry and we hacked on with only a couple of punctures disturbing the hum of the peloton.
Dicing with dawn as the group makes its way towards daylight...
The route into Newhaven was a Legg special, affording good stretches of quiet roads leading to a magic daybreak vista. As you can see, the sun always shines on the righteous!
Here's my usual model, Des, providing the foreground for this week's scenery shot.
And we coasted into Newhaven.
Out café - on the face of it - was not in a bijou location.
Kathy and Els enjoy the café garden...the sun was warming and very relaxing...
The menu was good. All served with a smile and good manner.
It just goes to show that looks aren't everything because it was ideal! Bognor's breakfast was good the other week, but this one was a real plate filler - hot and fresh, with 'proper' mugs of steaming tea for 50p. Couple that with a cheery couple of young women behind the counter and it was a recipe for cycling success. Tim didn't want tomatoes so the chef gave him an extra egg!
The Pitstop crew - ready to serve you!
The staff would have done anything to satisfy the appetites of a room full of hungry cyclists - we proposed a visit to give them a 'full-house' and they were enthusiastic. One for the notebook that is - so friendly. Thank you.
I was umm-ing and ahh-ing a great deal. My rucksack was bulging with sartorial goodies, euros and passport...Um / Ahh/Um/Ahh/Ummmmm...the boat, Dieppe...
Sometimes I hate myself.
But we went to 'see them off', then Des, Tim O and I set out for a seafront ride. It was going to be a short one to the station via the scenery, but we dallied and enjoyed just watching...
Newhaven Marina - an upcoming place
The seagulls paid scant attention to the fair-faced concrete - look at the little footprints - aww!
Nice sky bringing out the best in the seafront architecture. we speculated on the cost of property overlooking the ferry terminal and The Marina...
http://www.rightmove...y-12481236.html
Here's the other point of view:
The ship to shift the Friday riders to Dieppe.
I had viewed the map a couple of weeks ago and there seemed to be a straight line route to Brighton and Madeira Drive. Why not? Off we went.
Well, this is a bit of a side dish to the main event, which I hope will be fully reported a bit later, but we had a sortie on one of the finest routes known to National cycle Networks - the NC2. Following the coastline, up a steady, long climb, we ended up at some garages at the top of a council estate. Tim's knee was hurting a bit so he was punished further by a bit of cyclo-cross to get to the path again!
Wow! Bring back the Friday Night offroad bit! This section was positively 'Arundellzeqqian' in appearance. Flints with the ability to tear tyres at twenty paces and potholes to shake the fillings. (The Sunday Shiny Bike posse would poop themselves to do this to their glossy machines!)
That passed, and the 'executive triumvrate' ie: us, decided that there is no point trailing through yet another housing estate with the 'coast road' beckoning.
It was a cracking approach to Brighton. UP and down, UP and down (we had been at it all night - come on!) we went past the Baths, a Windmill, and some impressive looking buildings that surveyed the sea. Massive head/ crosswinds that ripped through our wheels and buffeted from both directions - quite a careful piece of riding required. The Marina, a descent and yes! Madeira Drive, courtesy of a nice clean cyclepath in sedate colour. We liked that.
Heavy rollers. Perfect view.
A good ride would be the Newhaven for breakfast at the Pitstop Café, followed by cruise to Brighton (avoiding those craters if poss.) with a bit of a group thing - perhaps on the highpoint overlooking Brighton seafront..?
Passing the time outside Nero provided the necessary resolve to head back into London and we parted - to meet again, don't know where, don't know when...
Good luck to Els who is headed for Belgium (mind the buns) and Stuart, who is taking his shiny
Condor Fratello on honeymoon to Paris. We await their reports. (I hope)
And Adrian - Vasco de Gama of the Kent countryside - we look forward to your 'additional extra' too!
The only thing I regret?
There wasn't much of this:
