The weather, contrary to what I'd been led to believe by the met office, was generally damp - I left at about 7:45 in fine rain which persisted, but not unpleasantly (except for soggy feet), until Purley. The soggy feet were more than made up for once over the M25 - the air was washed clean and south of Bletchingly the pale spring woods were dotted with snowdrops and the purple haze of the first bluebells. The countryside was really great almost all the way to Ditchling. The north side of the beacon was almost completely obscured by clouds and didn't have it's usual appearance of a shear wall rising out of the fields. This might account for why, driven on by the Hot 8 Brass Band, and kicking beyond what my legs felt they had in them, I made it up for the first time on a fixed wheel... Swains eat yer heart out! After 63 miles I arrived in Brighton just before one o'clock with four hours and one minute of riding on the clock.
The weather, contrary to what I'd been led to believe by the met office, was generally damp - I left at about 7:45 in fine rain which persisted, but not unpleasantly (except for soggy feet), until Purley. The soggy feet were more than made up for once over the M25 - the air was washed clean and south of Bletchingly the pale spring woods were dotted with snowdrops and the purple haze of the first bluebells. The countryside was really great almost all the way to Ditchling. The north side of the beacon was almost completely obscured by clouds and didn't have it's usual appearance of a shear wall rising out of the fields. This might account for why, driven on by the Hot 8 Brass Band, and kicking beyond what my legs felt they had in them, I made it up for the first time on a fixed wheel... Swains eat yer heart out! After 63 miles I arrived in Brighton just before one o'clock with four hours and one minute of riding on the clock.