great write ups guys, and Dave, you take the best pictures, wow those M+ tyres have shiny sidewalls

I do believe there's a little less of me on show these days, must be all that cycling.
Forgot to mention a chav scumbag donating his fast food lemonade to Aperitif. We were paused, maybe doing some map reading

, and smack, container hit Martin on the shoulder, fizzy drink all down him. Small white 'hot hatch' tears away, no doubt with a couple of sub normals wetting themselves laughing. They have no idea how lucky they were that they had a clear get away. A certain 'man of muscle' looked fit to rip a car roof off to enable a free and frank exchange of views.
Funny bits - the fat, drunk, and badly dressed, guys in Andover telling us all how bad we looked in lycra, or words to that effect.
Dave and I stopping for a stunning photo opportunity, only to realise the road had dipped down and neither of us could now see over the hedge.
Arallsops musings in general, you could see the effect of miles and sugars.
The taxi driver at Basingstoke station, that had been hassling Domique, explaining his rationale to Aperitif from his massive, 5ft nothing, perspective.
Finally the giggly high you get when you arrive at the rescue wagon.
Last night I swore that was it, forget cycling back from Whitstable.............today.........the insanity has reasserted itself.