You're not the only one to suffer from the power failure. I was on a train scheduled to arrive in London King's Cross at 22:00 give or take a minute. After reversing back to Peterborough, changing trains and going via Cambridge, I arrived at 00:25 far too late to do anything about it. Never mind I though I jump on the London-Leeds train that's been delayed and I'll be back in Leeds for around 03:30 factoring a delay. No chance! The railtrack staff denied that it existed. They insisted that it would appear on the destination board when it was ready and finally when I located a miniscule East Coast Trains office staffed by a knowledgeable member of staff, I discovered that the train had left five minutes before I found the office. I did however get my late afternoon ticket exchanged for a ticket for the 07:03 first train to Leeds. East Coast Trains were not forthcoming with offers of accommodation - the problem wasn't their fault, had it been their fault they would have paid for accommodation. I made do with a SMrrL, Saturday morning ride around London with frequent pauses to sample the atmosphere of some of the quiet backwaters that I pedalled through.
Still it was a cheap night out £10 return with refunds pending.
Vernon, for future occasions, should something similar occur be mindful of the pace at which the FNRttC traverses the roads.
I have, I think, on (at least) two occasions awoken at or just after midnight, when I should be at Hyde Park Corner to find instead, that my hide is parked under the duvet.....
A frantic phone call or two later, a bit of shimmying into the Lycra and getting a wiggle on, and I have managed to catch the ride.
Once at Thurrock services, some 18 miles from where I live, and once in Romford - about 17 miles away.
I think the statisticians amongst us can probably come up with some sort of correlation between those distances, my eyeballs-out-on-stalks average, and the average of the FNRttC.
Anyways, last night what you missed was a ride that started wet.
It then developed into something wetter (although not quite requiring a submarine).
We then refreshed ourselves with The Best Tea In The World.
At least at £4.80 for two paper cups it ought to be.
Dentists and others in the high income bracket please take note: Selling tea at motorway services will match if not surpass your current income and does not incur with it the unusually high suicide rate which your profession attracts, seemingly due to the stress of working in confined spaces.
Then we went outside and it was dry.
Someone had a flat.
The ride rumbled at a sonorous pace to accommodate the repair.
Then someone else's bike said ssssSSSSsssssss in Horndon on the Hill.
Then there was the hill.
I did it when no one was looking.
Only I didn't.
I walked.
Again

I was aghast to later learn that the only other fixer on the ride didn't deploy the 24" gear.
I was less aghast when I heard he was riding a couple of gear inches fewer than I was.
Dented pride (slightly) restored.
Actually, for the benefit of the scaremongers, I think teh walkers were a very small minority.
Added to which, everybody had
such a ball
Basildon came and went in as best as it could be dealt with, following which we were into the gently rolling lanes as it was starting to get light.
The tailwind which had pushed us for much of the night, bit us a bit for the last couple of miles as we approached Burnham from the north.
The Dairy Cabin does good tucker but, understandably, they creak and heave under the pressure we exert upon them - almost as much as the building (especially noticeable upstairs) moves!!!!!!
Some had not been fed by the time others were leaving for the journey home - other than splitting the ride into a larger gap than we did - I am not sure this can be easily remedied at this particular hostelry.
Thanks DZ and AH for the groundwork you put in to make this a great ride - I still have ideas about supplementing the end of the ride with a blast across the private (traffic free) road which crosses Dengie Marshes.***
Thanks everyone else who kept me in fine company last night.
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*** @DZ Maybe that's the solution to splitting the ride to ease the pressure on the kitchen?
How many riders were still mile hungry and wouldn't mind another twelve or so, by the time they reached Burnham?