Boulter's Lock - Hurley - Windsor Great Park
Their only complaint was that the birds were so noisy
With rain following hard on the heels of the hosepipe ban, the first decision was choice of rainwear. A steady drizzle brought out the cape, rainlegs and overshoes, followed by a decision to ride direct rather than with the Kingston gang, who arrived before me. With elevenses at Jenners Riverside Café at Boulter's Lock 33 miles away, 2½ hours was a bit optimistic, so I missed the 11 am deadline, but still had time to share a bacon sandwich with a select band of leader Dave, Bob, Andy and John G, who returned home for lunch.
The drizzle having dried out, it was 'on your bike' for the second leg to lunch at Hurley - not so far. Dave led us via Cookham on rural lanes with a bit of linking dual-carriageway, to the wooded Honey Lane and the beautifully secluded 16c Dew Drop Inn, near Ashley Hill. The Brakspear bitter was perfect, but Easter Sunday meant tables were fully booked for lunch, with a Family Easter Egg Hunt. The food looked and smelt delicious . Chips were offered and declined - a victory for those (I won't say who) on a mission to plunder the blubber. The DIY set were quite content.
The return under skies still low, grey and heavy, was via White Waltham and Drift Road to Windsor Great Park for tea at the Post Office. Then back past the Château Chambord aka Holloway College, Chertsey and Weybridge, with each man then breaking off where suited him best. For me it was home still dry with an enjoyable ride behind and 85 miles in the legs.
Jeff
The drizzle having dried out, it was 'on your bike' for the second leg to lunch at Hurley - not so far. Dave led us via Cookham on rural lanes with a bit of linking dual-carriageway, to the wooded Honey Lane and the beautifully secluded 16c Dew Drop Inn, near Ashley Hill. The Brakspear bitter was perfect, but Easter Sunday meant tables were fully booked for lunch, with a Family Easter Egg Hunt. The food looked and smelt delicious . Chips were offered and declined - a victory for those (I won't say who) on a mission to plunder the blubber. The DIY set were quite content.
The return under skies still low, grey and heavy, was via White Waltham and Drift Road to Windsor Great Park for tea at the Post Office. Then back past the Château Chambord aka Holloway College, Chertsey and Weybridge, with each man then breaking off where suited him best. For me it was home still dry with an enjoyable ride behind and 85 miles in the legs.
Jeff
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