Origamist and Mistral with my bike at 6ML
Bridget - elegant cyclist, preparing to roll...the rich red of 6 More London to the fore...
Peek a boo - troublemakers!
Kieran with his lovely mannered assistant.
One day I would like to give this place a lighting makeover + get something decent on the telly!
The tarrif. rich p was thinking of booking a week's sojourn...
At the Café, everyone had a 'roll' to play, and I even had time to have a jive with this bunny - very Andy...
Homage to Davywalnuts...
Stop! Look carefully at the phenomenon that is someone using a CALL BOX! Adrian, Ian and self concluded that the bloke had just jumped out of his Corsa and was about to embark on a relaxing pee (or worse), when a swarm of cyclists descended upon him. He picked up the handset and crossed his legs in the hope that we would move on apace...sorry mate. Further discussion led Adrian to declare that he had never, ever done that before in his life. (Drive a Corsa that is.

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Getting comfortable - the winding down begins...Thee penny finally dropped when I realised it was Barry Jordon! I spent time with his partner, Jim, on the way to Preston Park last year. Barry's face was familiar when we got to Andy's but my memory...arghhh, my memory
Before
After
rich p is creased up by Origamist! This epitomises what the day was about - fun!
It was only right that rich should take one of me so...with Claudine, Simon (partwork) and The Babe.
This ride was a big confidence builder for me. Last month I was beaten before the start and spent the weekend drowning various sorrows. I was trying my hardest this time, but made it to HPC in good mechanical health!

I was excused 'puncture patrol' so I found myself drifting up and down the line - it was lovely observing all the rider styles, the bags, the reflections and all was well with the world.
Not so many familiar faces this time, but I hope lots are inspired to share their views on this odd evening out...perhaps making others curious about the bollards of which we talk with pride.(And man, do I talk bollards!)
The debrief was comprehensive, with a bit of grammar school thrown in for good measure. I couldn't wish for a better souvenir of another day at the Seafront.(Well I could, but that's another story...and we still got lost going to the Station

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