That's a pretty good account of what happened. To be fair though, it only rained during 100 of the 200km which is an definitive improvement over what the forecast said. Rolling hills of Oxfordshire delivered once again (in terms of landscape, plus it was the actually quite sunny bit), and the Chilterns didn't disappoint either (in terms of "soggy, miserable, gritty, horrid, soul destroying, sketchy, blind corner, wet leaved, laney mess of navigational idiocy" (totally saving that for later use))
Upon getting home I had two showers, one with the kit still on, bathtub was full of grit, and then one without, bathtub was full of grit again. Oh well.
That's a pretty good account of what happened. To be fair though, it only rained during 100 of the 200km which is an definitive improvement over what the forecast said. Rolling hills of Oxfordshire delivered once again (in terms of landscape, plus it was the actually quite sunny bit), and the Chilterns didn't disappoint either (in terms of "soggy, miserable, gritty, horrid, soul destroying, sketchy, blind corner, wet leaved, laney mess of navigational idiocy" (totally saving that for later use))
Upon getting home I had two showers, one with the kit still on, bathtub was full of grit, and then one without, bathtub was full of grit again. Oh well.