First ride was Rye, scorching, pub lunch, well more like pub supper by the time we got there, managed to get the last train back but some stayed over, what a life, think it was supposed to be Camber Sands but no one could be arsed carrying on once we'd picked up the scent of ale and pies
I have vivid memories of seeing you all heading back towards London on the way to Camber Sands before you'd even crossed the North Downs when I was out on a ride. Christ knows what route John had put together.
First ride was Rye, scorching, pub lunch, well more like pub supper by the time we got there, managed to get the last train back but some stayed over, what a life, think it was supposed to be Camber Sands but no one could be arsed carrying on once we'd picked up the scent of ale and pies