Very, very wet first half. Fortunate that it was not too punctureful. But wet.
Excellent half way stop, thank you Forest Row scouts, your flapjack recipie should be classed as a national treasure. (Or maybe a weapon if mass obesity) it was fab.
Occasionally damp but picturesque second half. The puncture gods chose this time to strike. Oh well, better then than in the pitch dark and lashing rain.
Thanks Tim, Ross and everyone else.