• Much of the hour was spent gratefully hanging onto whoever happened to be passing.

    I eventually settled into a group for the last few laps; though I would have liked to have contributed more to it than my legs permitted.

    Still, a nice pace (No Garmin, no data), and suitably tired pins. I also arrived with cobwebs and left without.

    Circles complete, I decided on one or two hills before tea. Around Highgate was a chap on a jolly smart CXR IndyFab bike. We nattered for a bit, while "One or two" became "Seven or eight".

    I met my girlfriend en route to home, who gave me a bottle of Pepsi.

    Top evening, and most unexpected.

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