My train into London was 2-hours late, so I arrived at London Fields at 9:30 to find just about everyone had gone. Jumped on the back of small group just leaving and got as far as the church yard before they started faffing over the route - decided to strike out on my own, and ended up lost in Leytonston. GF navigated me back on route by phone - so glad to see "Rollapaluza" bloke at Woodford Green to know I was back on route! All fairly straight-forward after that panicy start (apart from some roadie congratulating me for doing it on a a Brompton - "it's a Moulton, mate!").
My train into London was 2-hours late, so I arrived at London Fields at 9:30 to find just about everyone had gone. Jumped on the back of small group just leaving and got as far as the church yard before they started faffing over the route - decided to strike out on my own, and ended up lost in Leytonston. GF navigated me back on route by phone - so glad to see "Rollapaluza" bloke at Woodford Green to know I was back on route! All fairly straight-forward after that panicy start (apart from some roadie congratulating me for doing it on a a Brompton - "it's a Moulton, mate!").