Dreich was my word for the day so goretexed from tip to toe I set forth in heavy rain driven on by a strong easterly wind. It was a day for bonding with ones duvet and only Andrew cowered beneath the awning at Cheam. Momentarily we debated our options but the prospect of a new teastop drove us to a quick start (0910) down familiar roads. Ewell and back o' Epsom lead up to Headley where capes off was the order - no that it mattered as it rained on and off all day.
A splashy Pebblecombe lead onto watery lanes past Wonham deer and mill (still standing - just) and then to South Park, East Surrey hospital and finally Redhill Airport where the cafe was well signposted from the main entrance. It's like Fairoaks but roomier and with more choice - a mug of tea would rate 90AC. Well we waited and waited but by quarter to twelve we were still two. So Andrew headed off for Hilly 50 miles and I headed home for a repeat of the 1927 Cup Final. Around 45 miles.
Dreich was my word for the day so goretexed from tip to toe I set forth in heavy rain driven on by a strong easterly wind. It was a day for bonding with ones duvet and only Andrew cowered beneath the awning at Cheam. Momentarily we debated our options but the prospect of a new teastop drove us to a quick start (0910) down familiar roads. Ewell and back o' Epsom lead up to Headley where capes off was the order - no that it mattered as it rained on and off all day.
A splashy Pebblecombe lead onto watery lanes past Wonham deer and mill (still standing - just) and then to South Park, East Surrey hospital and finally Redhill Airport where the cafe was well signposted from the main entrance. It's like Fairoaks but roomier and with more choice - a mug of tea would rate 90AC. Well we waited and waited but by quarter to twelve we were still two. So Andrew headed off for Hilly 50 miles and I headed home for a repeat of the 1927 Cup Final. Around 45 miles.
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