By Karen
And then there were…. three:
The long ride to Garsons Farm headed off first. A new (to me) member called Paul joined me for the short ride to Horton Lane, and Colin joined us shortly after.
It was the first time in ages I’d led the Horton Lane ride and the 2-day dry spell meant we could follow the far-more-appealing Hogsmill route. It was quite unrecognisable in places - so overgrown I almost missed the footbridge towards Chessington! Paul greatly enjoyed the (mostly) off-road route and wished he’d activated Strava.
We’d just taken our seats at the Old Moat when we spied Bernard at the opposite end of the outdoor area. He pretended not too notice us, so intent was he in his task of rearranging the furniture. His labours were in vain, however, as Sabina, Audrey and Dave subsequently joined us.
Sabina, Colin and Paul at The Old Moat
Suitably refreshed with cake and coffee (and a natter), we made the short journey back to Nonsuch without incident.
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