From Miranda (mice)'s photostream:
A blurry Stephen (srw) and Rachel (and for the benefit of those who think I've just been unusually direct (aka rude), even for me - Miranda had just had to ditch her glasses because of indoor fog. Both R and I had the same problem half way up Ditchling. I passed my specs back to her and completed the ascent half-blind because of short-sightedness. She completed the ascent half-blind because of fog, and always maintains that she prefers not being able to see on hills because it means she doesn't know how far is left. Miranda - we met very briefly after the last Brighton ride.
More memories:
I wasn't going to mention Simon's wrong turn, but since someone else already has: SIMON GOT THE ROUTE WRONG. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?", he said as the W tandem prepared to make a complex turn.
Chapeau to Veronique, who seemed alarmingly at ease for someone in jeans on a town pootler - and to her escort, who seemed to be singing both times we passed them.
Thanks to the gentleman on the fixie who escorted a group down to the Madeira - and very kindly waited on the windswept downs when he realised his escortees on the tandem were rather slower up the final hill than he.
And especial thanks to
the chap with the hip flask in the Madeira. A little nip sent breakfast down very nicely indeed.
