Today I was short of energy especially on the uphill stretches so this is a report from the distant rear.
For reasons that may be obvious, I won't name the nameless one but he did lead two from Cheam. The infamous you know what was draped in black so it must have been cold; the sun though out making little impact. Our route was an obvious one though why we went round the back of Waitrose in Banstead escaped me. Up to Chipstead and along carried us back to the A217 and the long plunge into Reigate. At the other end of Lonesome Lane lay 11s round the corner from Planet Sweet but affiliated.
A magnificent seven rode west towards Charlwood but not before an M-reg BMW lowlife threw something at Peter the Large; naturally it disappeared rapidly when confrontation seemed possible. Over the hills we went to Newdigate which was entered beside the church. At the Weare Street turn-out the road was blocked by three police cars and two ambulances. They let us through; a figure in shock lay on the right hand verge and covered in foil so little more can be said.
The Scarlett Arms was crowded apart from one room heated by four candles but plenty of room for us. Most settled for the Starter menu and extended banter with the waitress. Across the road the big boys' toys are gone replaced by far less interesting carbon fibre so still a racing concern.
After odd patches of ice in the morning, no chances were taken on the return. A29 and A24 got us to Dorking Town Centre and Denbies where Ed was waiting.