• Headed out into Kent/Surrey with Benj. We were planning to get a hilly century in, the sun was (almost) shining, the wind was a bit temperamental but still, all was good in the world. After a couple of meaty climbs - including Chalk Pit Lane - and a way better than Disney encounter with a lost fawn, we headed on to Pilgrims Way. Flying along with the wind at our tails, a kamikaze butterfly foolishly head-butted me in the torso. Unfortunately for my metamorphosing foe, my porridge filled belly was more than a match for its paper thin structure. As I wiped what was left of poor pappilion from my belly, my rear tyre popped with what can only be described as a terminal cough. Now, I'm no expert on chaos theory....

    The tyre was a write off, as was the century, as was the butterfly. Trundled back to the nearest train station with a five pound note acting as tyre wall (thanks for the tip wrongcog) and commuted home.

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