Well.....
As services into Waterloo were back to (ab)normal, the 9.38 train was going to be helpful rather than a necessity. Didn't need to have a word with the boss to get out the door early, the 10.08 would have done nicely, but a streamlined exit routine meant the earlier train it was. I had considered riding to work and just buying one ticket instead of two (Portsmouth-London, I use the via-Winchester train to get to work, break the journey at Eastleigh & ride in from there, then I need a Southampton Airport-Winchester single- £4.90!!!!- to cover that stretch for the onward trip), but I'd have saved only a couple of quid in total (?!!!) so hardly worth it. I was first under the arch, unsurprisingly, but soon joined by friends old and new.
Thankfully, unlike last weekend, I got away from the south bank somewhat more quickly. Instead of the startline puncture happening after we set off, we got it out of the way first

Waymarking incidents thankfully not repeated, though I did try and go the wrong way after one of our new riders- who clearly got into the spirit of things and did an excellent job in the task- positioned himself on one junction somewhat ambiguously, at least to this rider who didn't have a stream of tail lights to follow. No harm done. As
@Bunker has just reported, the puncture delays later on seem to be unfortunately timed rather than down to (as has happened in the past) tyres or other parts made of cheese/heavily worn/difficult to fit etc. The slightly recalcitrant through axle on the Litespeed notwithstanding, the deflation I suffered back on the Shoreham ride was sorted much faster (at least once Ian deployed his mighty thumbs)- but then, it wasn't when we were stretched out, and I was in more of a position than others would have been to catch up. There's a thin line between short delay and oh-god-this-is-a-long-wait, and unfortunately that was the other side of it!
Given the unseasonable temperatures- it may have been the first of September but it was brass monkeys- I was glad I brought enough clothing. The umming and aahing about whether or not to put on a Uniqlo base layer had fallen in favour thankfully, and at the Cabin I switched from mitts to the Shimano winter gloves (winter gloves and it's not yet autumn!!), along with the jacket. As with others, my batteries were suffering- the Smart rear light faded fast (on only its second night ride, that 60 hour life claim isn't going to happen), and got to the Lobster Pot with only a sliver of power showing on the Garmin's battery indicator. Hooked it up to the USB pack for a top up, and those AAs too conked out, but fortunately not before putting more than enough juice back in for recording the trip home. Apologies to all the bread pudding fans who missed out at the Cabin. I only had one bit, honest. Been there done that when Mark's sold out before you've got to the head of the queue.
As the sun arrived, so everything warmed up nicely, thankfully. As those splendid photos show, that was a glorious morning. After adventures in field crossing & (mostly) avoiding electrocution and back problems, the final stretch was pretty routine, if somewhat later than intended. Lobster Pot big breakfast was splendid as ever. Passed on the (also splendid) cake selection this time. I was one of the last to leave Felpham, just before 11.30 I think, and set off west to get that century done before returning home. Early forecasts of westerly wind for the morning did not come to pass, but conditions remained excellent, not the grim slugfest I've endured many times on those roads. Rather than backtracking to Barnham in order to make up the mileage (it's only 23 or so via the most direct route) I opted for heading straight to Chichester, a little diversion to Funtingdon and back for some of the extra mileage, and then a little extra wiggle on Portsea Island. Back home just after 1.30, with the requisite 28 and a bit miles done, 100.29 miles total. Given the absence of the usual SMRBtH suspects, but the splendid effort of
@User21629 (doing her first century since making this country her home & a better place, with a wrist fracture as well!) and the phenomenal epic that was Kevin's return to Deal via Timbuktu (well, it might have felt like it thanks to Sustrans), I think that puts me only third in the mileage table....but it was enough for me!
Splendid job Adam, thanks everyone. Was not planning to do October, have another night out on the Saturday & yet another London stay didn't appeal. But that was when it was Southend. Brighton- and train home for kip- is another matter…
