Lee as elf and safety rep?
What a way to end the FNRttC year that was. Shame Jane (and of course User10571, amongst others) couldn't make it, but delighted to see 'teef back, and Rimas even more so, despite his continued recovery. Went to the station straight from work and made my usual train, it was (sadly not unusually) late, but still made HPC in time. Early progress through London was agonisingly slow, but thankfully the pace picked up a bit. I had four layers on, the Sealskinz socks and Shimano boots kept the feet toasty, and the much maligned (by others!!!) rucksack helped keep my back warm. Still felt the chill now and then- the waymarking stint at Gidea Park for example- but nothing too bad. I kept a fairly good pace up for the most part, that certainly helped. I was waymarking the turn just before the unfortunate crash, and more than a few of the peloton were going quickly into that corner, so I warned them about what was up ahead. Glad the ladies are on the mend, Claud was certainly hobbling but remained in good spirits & is hopefully making a speedy recovery as I type this.
The Tully family again did an amazing job at ridiculously low prices- I was more than happy to put some extra in the hat. Apart from my usual attempts to reduce any overstock in the catering of course! Wow's recommendations on the route worked out very well, as did Simon's decision to keep the speed up a bit. It wasn't the night for architectural diversions. The path through Leigh was slightly more 'fun' than usual- I think everyone was a little more nervous about that drop- but that final stretch was an absolute joy, again. Ess seemed to appreciate the skyline. Wonder if anyone's taken a photo of her?
After a cracking breakfast and a good natter- glad Helen could join us- decided to join Ian, Andy and Ben (well done that man!) on the SMRbtL (as it was for me), to keep
crushing Walnuts going for my revised mileage target of 9.5k. The pace was brisk but comfortable enough for me- I had plenty of bail-out points if I had fallen behind, but that proved thankfully unnecessary. According to a yoof in Chadwell St Mary, someone in our group, not sure who they were referring to, had a 'sick bike'- I believe that was a compliment (in which case all our bikes were sick)

Ian and Andy turned south at the Dartford Crossing, and Ben and I carried on west, the looming skyline being a handy direction marker. Ben turned off north for Mile End, and I carried on for Waterloo. As I got into the city the average speed plummeted, but still an overall average of 12.5 (14 mph rolling) so not too shabby. Just missed the 1230 train, but in plenty of time for the next one.
Thanks everyone for another splendid year. Hopefully see more than a few of you on the 29th, and for those already suffering withdrawal symptoms the Not a Friday Night Festive ride will hopefully, weather permitting, be taking place the previous night. And if you can't make either or both of those, see you next year!