Both Karen K and Jeff were diverted on Saturday by matters more important that cycling, so our back-up plans for splitting the group did not need activation and five of us set out, aiming for Bushy Park.
Roger, Paul, Anna, Ken. Maggie's photoWe left an hour early at one-o-clock because the weatherman said that the rains would come at four, but the weatherman lied. It was the eve of the anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt but would gentlemen abed in England be accursed they were not here? I think gentlemen abed had taken the right decision.
One of our happy band of brothers had not recovered quite as quickly as she thought from a non-Covid bug and as the wind increased and we got wetter the sight of a marquee outside the Ferry on the Portsmouth Road persuaded us to ask inside if the restaurant would do us a coffee outside, within the marquee and thus within the law.
The coffees (and the teas) were very good, but the damp had got to us all, not only to the peaky one, so we truncated the ride and turned for home.
We did 37 Km in all door-to-door, which in the circumstances most of us felt was a reasonable ride.