Cracking ride, despite the weather. And, compared to Manchester, that weather was positively benign (NB: this is relative.....). My feet actually stayed dry this time, though in part that was equipment choices- the heavier weight (actually motorcycle/scooter) and longer rain trousers seem to have deflected water from the boots rather than into them. When the neoprene cuffs on the boots (and probably the Goretex lining as well) were overwhelmed, the outside of my socks got a bit wet as well. The outside of my Sealskinz socks that is- the waterproof membrane did its job. Inner socks and therefore feet remained bone dry. Yay! Hopefully the Shimanos will actually be dry in a couple of days this time....
Evening did not get off to the best start for me. The now-traditional eight minute sprint for next train after work resulted in a fail- bit of faffing on my part did for that- and then the 2208 train got held up at Woking because some moron decided to trespass on the line. So, not into Waterloo till 2345 or so. Not ideal, but still at the NT in plenty of time for the safety talk.
And then, off we went, into the rain. Just for a change, down Brixton Road (I know it so well from many visits to the Academy...), then Crypalberg and Croydon. +1 for
@Dogtrousers suggestion to avoid the tramlines. Been there, done that, would rather not do it again, and that roundabout was one of the helpful 'rails all over the shop' variations. Hardly surprising a couple of people came a cropper. Titsey Hill was, er, interesting…heavy mist, steep, and some decidedly sketchy road surfacing over much of its length. Frequent braking and careful line selection were required. Those of us with hydraulic discs were rather grateful for them at that point.
Forest Hill…cracking stop. Our hosts seemed to have prepared enough food for eighty. I gave it a good go, obviously....Though if the flapjack wasn't quite as gooey next time, that would be good. As scrummy as it was, it was a case of 'tear off what you can'. £7 cover charge a ridiculous bargain, I thought a tenner much more reasonable payment.
And then The Wall. I gave up and walked the last part. Grinding away in 34x32 when you have no bailout gear and you don't think you can keep going up that still rising climb? Nah. If walking's going to be faster and easier, do that. Though I obviously intend to come back for a rematch…
By this stage, Tim's ETA of 9am in Eastbourne was already looking forlorn. Despite the last stretch being on the (mostly) flat and (mostly) off-road Cuckoo Trail- part of which I'd ridden before, it's surprisingly not hopeless by Sustrans standards- we didn't make it to the seafront until 10 or so. I had, if the weather had suited, a plan to ride west as far as Worthing or so, and get another ton in. If the time wasn't enough of a disincentive, the weather certainly was- the headwind on the front was brutal. Chapeau to Chris and Nigel for riding on west in those conditions.
On to the (surprisingly disorganised at the bar) Wetherspoons, and many calories. In the sunshine. You git, weather. After the large breakfast and plenty of caffeine, onto the station and the 12.11 Brighton service (the lovely couple with the Pino hopefully found a suitably large niche somewhere, didn't see them at the other end so I don't know if they made it on). On to the next Pompey service as soon as the platform number was on the board, back home at half two or so. And then a nap. I cleaned three bikes this morning…even though the Trek and the Viner weren't anywhere near as bad as the Litespeed, it was a bit of a Herculean labour.
Thanks Tim and everyone else. Hopefully, Whitstable won't be Wetstable again…