To keep them guessing it was Sandown, Brooklands, then West Byfleet, Send and the long drag up to West Clandon's garden centre.
Not many miles separated us from lunch so eight were shown the undulating hills of Guildford with views of cathedral and castle. Close to Shalford I was lambasted for sticking to the road rather than a footpath (which incidentally ends with a flight of steps) - you can't win them all! After Charterhouse, the A3 marked the start of countryside but all too soon we were in Puttenham. As we arrived, Mike Fricker paused to say hello. Fortunately the mums of Puttenham dine late at the Good Intent and we squeezed in somehow.
The temperature had dropped and occasional somethings fluttered on the rising breeze. A direct route home was the answer but the NDW to Watts proved sticky, and the Hogback's track into Guildford watery. Now only the A3 cyclepath separated a remaining five from hot drinks at Ockham Bites - we were the only customers. A day for many layers and two pairs of gloves; even this proved inadequate and I was pleased to be home after 60 miles.
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