I'm afraid there might be pictures of yours truly having a power nap, but, by way of reminding you all of the friendship that is at the heart of the FNRttC I thought I'd start proceedings with this...
You've had at least one lucky escape there, due mainly to my incompetence with the video function on the camera. Which is a bit of a shame, after enlisting the help of Rich and several others to make the video more, er, interesting. It's just as well - I'm in no position to be mocking, as further photos will doubtless reveal...
I'm really pleased I made this one, having wimped out of last year's freezing finale. I found the ride unusually tough, being a bit knackered and short on sleep from the off, combined with the more undulating terrain and the more distant prospect of dawn. But we got lucky with the weather, and the company was a delight as ever. I wimped out of waymarking altogether, by design in the first half and through tiredness in the second. Usually I enjoy the variation of pace and the warm-up and cool-down routine of it all, but last night I'd have struggled to keep up with the speedy front-runners. So special thanks to Tanya and her fiendishly fast entourage of skaters, and to Matt, Andrew, Frank, Andy and all the others that seemed to be everywhere at once. All that said, it was a lovely route - lots of mysterious places that you just see enough of to want to catch them in the daylight, and super surfaces for miles on end.
Great to see you all. Thanks to Antonia, Rich, Terry, Teef, Charlie, Adrian and Becs for fabulous booze and cakes, and cakes with booze in. Before we even got to the pub (involving a long haul to... next door) we'd managed a lively appetiser of fizz, cognac, malt whisky, sloe gin and more fizz. Special mention to McShroom, whose journey to join the ride makes mine look a bit lightweight, and to Adam for Patience With Drunks Well Beyond The Call of Duty. Teef was heroically talking More Booze when we got to Victoria, and I made a forlorn but unusually sensible decision to do a runner while I could still make decisions of any kind. I sustained only one small drinking injury, and made it with only one piece missing (the trademark stripey buff!) to where I was headed. Good to meet The Artist Formerly Known As PorkyPete - as so often happens, it was only at breakfast that the forum name was matched to the rider.