So which is the best, or at least allowing for personal preferences, your favourite FNRttC. If you had asked me last year I would have said Southwold, if you had asked me a couple of weeks ago I would have said Swansea and yet now I am veering strongly back towards Bognor again!
My last couple of trips here have been somewhat weather affected to the point where we have had to stay on the road all the way. This time we were able to take the traditional route along with the alternative stealth route out of London, forced upon us not by impending terrorism or danger of riots but by a simple detour to pick up Claudine and Suzy. I actually prefer to come out of London this way, it seems to allow us to avoid some of the worst excesses of South London, which while they can be amusing at times can also be a bit tiresome as well.
After that it was about re-acquainting ourselves with some old thrills. The swoop down the hill in the dark, people would pay a lot of money to do that in a theme park, followed by the long uninterrupted run cross country to Faygate. This stretch compares very favourably to the great run over the Vale of Glamorgan that we did a couple of weeks ago. Quiet lanes with overhanging trees, keeping the moonlight out. They twist and turn and go up and down, but never enough to make them too hard. The ride spreads out as everyone picks up speed. Suddenly feeling unshackled from riding in London and with the adrenaline pumping from flying down the hill these roads are there to be ridden hard. Red lights away in the distance, intermittently disappearing from view due to cornering, provide a target. This is night riding at its very best!
All to soon the Cabin Café comes into view, a good old fashion truck stop with doorstep sandwiches and the legendary bread pudding. This is slow release carbohydrate at its very best, I think I was still digesting mine on the train on the way home. It is sold by the slice which hardly does it justice, I have yet to be able to finish a 'slice'! Fortunately Claudine was available to provide assistance on this occasion.
When doing endurance events, like marathon running or long bike rides, it is often suggested that you perform visualisation techniques to help you get through it. Don't think of 100 miles in its entirety but rather 10 blocks of 10 miles. Count them up half way and then back down, it makes it more manageable in your mind and gets you through it. I find I have to use a similar technique to deal with eating my 'slice', it is just to much to face all in one go. I also kept cutting it into smaller and smaller segments, until some of the physicists sitting next to me pointed out that this technique would mean that ultimately I would never finish it! Anyway I am happy to report I made it in the end, it was delicious and I will be going for it again next time. It is all part of the ritual!
After the stop it became clear that the rain was not coming our way. I had never thought it was going to and had dressed accordingly. We then saw West Sussex at its glorious best in perfect cycling weather. This also allowed us to revisited our other old friend, the Stoke cyclo cross variation. My last couple of trips down this way had seen us forced up the hill by the weather. Now I like cycling up hills, but I also enjoy this. It is just a bit different! Kissing gates, cyclocross, gurkha bridges, adder filled paths, stampeding heffers leading to a section of strade bianche and suddenly a huge and impressive castle rearing up at us. Not something you do every day, especially if you live in London! I like different, is that not why we all do the FNRttC!
Once through Arundel, the last section down to the coast seems to go all to quickly. The Lobster Pot always does a fine breakfast but on this occasion I had to forsake it as I needed to get back. I managed a quick snack at the station café prior to boarding the train. It was very good actually, coffee and fried egg rolls, very quick and very reasonable. I recommend it if anyone ever needs to use it.
The train from Bognor back is slow and always get busy once you get near to Gatwick but soddenly you find yourself back in Victoria, what seems like another world after the tranquillity of the night and the early morning. Then it was back on the bike and eastwards homewards. A journey definitely improved by the chance encounter with Long Martin in Stratford, which left me wondering if I could ever do the LEL. I have got a little while to ponder that one, we will see!
So thanks to everyone for a great ride in great company. Thanks Simon and belated happy birthday. See you all for Southwold at the end of August, yet another of my favourite rides, it really is impossible to say!