From Roger P
I realise for the most part I had very little idea where we were other than the usual route to Kingston and then on a bit into the unknown until the wicked glint In Paul's eye as he mentioned “a slight hill” i.e. Kingston Hill. Ten minutes later sweating blood, jelly legged and breathing in instalments we paused just short of the top to get our breath back before carrying on to “not see Eisenhower’s house" yet again and then on into the park.
Here my mind is a blank as I know we turned right and after a nice easy ride ended up at the plantation and having secured the bikes, walked into paths lit by wonderful dollops of colour. Azaleas and Rhododendrons in big bushes and round each corner a pallet of colour, big and bright enough to make you stop and watch the bees visiting each flower. – then following the track to another gate (the name of which escapes me) and round an off road track to the café stop and then on out of the park via the corral crossing and sampling the delights of riding alongside the A3 emerging in the end at somewhere probably near Wimbledon and from there via a suicidally awful blind crossing across a tunnel exit and eventually to the back of Morden college and The Bhatu Fathu mosque and up to Rosehill and home.
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