West Horsley - Walton - Wetherspoons
Who's the Regent?
Ante-meridian sun encouraged fourteen to face frost and ice to share a cup of tea and company at the pleasure gardens of West Horsley. However, as the tea-pots emptied, the skies began to cloud over. Come the time of departure, leader Ed's thrust unusually was North, not South, not Irene. Some could not, dared not resist the lure of Sunday roast at home, but others took up the challenge. Ed led us via the cyclists' mecca, Ripley, where we did not drop anchor, to West Byfleet, New Haw, around Addlestone and Weybridge to Walton, where we found refuge in that ever welcoming port in every cyclist's storm, the trusty haven of Wetherspoons. Space for all, good ale and solid food (though not for Neil, who was still recovering from the previous evening's intemperance, celebrating the Chinese New Year). He did force down a few abandoned and rather luke -warm chips.
By this time the forecast rain had begun to settle in, the lure of Thames Ditton for tea was waning, some preferring to explore the temptations of the Lidl/Aldi? store across the road, while non-shoppers put on their waterproofs and headed home. We did get home in daylight, despite the howling wind across the Downs that threatened life and limb. I trust all made it safely . Our thanks to leader Ed.