I really enjoyed the ride. It was pretty flat which is always a big selling point for me. Nobody threatened me as we headed to the eastern frontier of London. At one point, a young lady constantly asked if we were something to do with the TdF. When told it was just a ride for fun and breakfast, her expression of incredulity , said with the verbal emphasis of " you're kidding me!?" or " get away!?" was a priceless...
"fark off!?" repeated several times. Great stuff.
My left crank started making arthritic noises just before the Rotherhithe Tunnel and it got annoyingly loud although people were too polite to comment. I sought Ian and Xi's advice and they did their thing. Thank you so much. Ian's photo makes me look like "Seven Fingers Martin". Another thank you to Vernon at the food stop....my first ever sip of absinthe. Bracing! Rather like sniffing a bottle of ammonia eight-eighty, but more fun.
I loved Our Glorious Leader's architectural discourses. Expecting an earnest lecture on Norman or Saxon churches, there was a beautiful story of Essex low-life history straight out of the pages of Dr Sin.... marshes, secret passages etc. Magic. The Headless Man was a real bonus.
I didn't find the rain too bad at the end but I was grateful to get through the doors of the Rose and into shelter. The cafe was really good...great food, wonderful and fast service, and friendly too. Top marks from me. I would have stuck around for longer but I had a bit of a full day ahead of me back in London so I left in a hurry when a GroupSave opportunity came up. Greg guided me from Fenchurch Street to Oxford Street and my auto-pilot took over.
Thank you to Simon, Suzie, Ian and all the diamond geezers who make these such fun. It was great to meet new people and see some of the regulars again. Just wonderful.