• 17 riders departed at 10 o'clock sharp from HPC. We found Dropout coming the other way on Chelsea Bridge then promptly lost him before the first hill. Nobody had his number so we couldn't find out where he had got to but as he's a strong rider and knows the route we thought he'd probably catch us soon enough. Never saw him again.

    At Gatwick (where the Police were very helpful, exactly as they should be, by finding out who we were, realising we were no risk and helping us get access to the airport) having been battered by the worst of the weather the consensus was to get the train back. But there is always someone stupid enough to want to carry on, and a few more stupid enough to agree. Bolstered by coffee, warmth and hand driers the magnificent seven rode on. The weather eased a bit and we kept a nice tight bunch and, despite a minor navigational error, we were on the front by quarter to six.

    Izzy's hadn't opened by the time we got there so we headed for the slightly scary 24h place on the front. Bouncers on the door and beer with your breakfast, it served it's purpose.

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