My fourth FNRttC and first time ever to Sarfend.
It certainly remained urban for a long time but that wasn't necissarily bad. I always enjoy seeing places I haven't seen before. The night life was entertaining, be it drunken couples having a raving barney, passengers leaning out of a window to shout abuse or taxi drivers reving thier engines to engulf us in a cloud of black diesel smoke! I always find it quite amusing the effort people put in to insulting us. Water off a ducks back to me

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Whilst waymarking at one junction somewhere way out east I had a drunk but very voiciferous gentleman telling me that everyone else had left me behind because I was too slow. He told me this several times as he approached the corner where I stood and kept turning to tell me again as he left it. Bless!
We thought that we may have hindered a lady from catching a bus at the top of Bread & Cheese hill when we were all standing in the bus stop but fortunately the bus halted just past the stop and she was able to board.
Breakfast was served promptly and was consumed with equal speed. On leaving the cafe I found that I had a puncture (I'm not superstisious, I'll spell it in full!) but with Ian and Luke providing instant assistance it was fixed in no time. (very impressed with Ian's CO2 pump!)
Train to Fenchurch Street then ride home.
Dozed on the sofa for most of the day then went to bed early.
Nice.
Mark