Richard chose the direct route to Knockholt via the 1:4 North
face of Cudham. I approached from the South along the Pilgrims’ Way and
Westerham Hill and was surprised to find the trio of Naiads (Stephanie, Ed and
Richard) still lingering and gently steaming at Green & Pleasant. S. headed
home with her usual bright smile, while Richard revised his lunch destination
to the Windmill at Sevenoaks Weald.
Another pub bites the dust
We arrived spot on 1pm to find only a brimming skip outside another
skeleton pub, its spirit elevated to the great brewery in the sky. Here was the
parting of the ways; Richard and Ed to Riverhead and the Lone Ranger South in
increasingly heavy rain towards Bough Beech, in a vain effort to meet up with
Daniel.
White van man takes to the waves
We passed unseen at Edenbridge, where D decided to lunch,
while I resisted all calorific temptation and challenged the flooded lanes,
hidden potholes and hostile motorists to head for home. It was cold and very
wet but in some ways really quite enjoyable. On reaching home, the distance
ridden seemed more than the 60 miles reported by Cateye. The damp squib was no
hot water for the shower. Are there no limits to self-discipline?
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