Yesterday - down to Brighton and back. In times gone by my lungs have given out before my legs, but now, with the passing years, the legs go first. So - down the A23 and B2036 into a bit of a wind, in 3 hours without touching the small chainring. Tough on the buttocks, tough on the thighs, but well worth it. A late environmentally, electrolytically, ecologically, ergonomically balanced breakfast at the Madeira (as in no black pudding) and then back up the road to Horley, then a diversion to show a passing cyclists the way home by way of Lonesome Lane and Reigate Hill, which is covered in loose chippings, hence a sort of comedy wheelspin routine. Has a Lucozade Sport at the top of the hill, and, wow! whatever they put in that stuff is fantastic, Finished off in fine fettle.
Today, off on a recce ride with Flying Dodo, User10571 and Andrij. Up hill and down dale, and some of it off-road. Very off-road. Packed in at Faversham, to get home for a birthday barby. Kent is blooming all over - I'd never been to Newnham before, which looks like it's been lifted from the lid of a chocolate box.