Five became nine at Newlands Corner after the shortest route from Cobham (past The Hautboy, over Hunger Hill and down West Clandon).
The dire weather forecast sent four packing. And I took no chances by dropping down to the Silent Pool before veering towards Bramley. The only significant climb was that out of Thorncombe Street to discover more road spending, the descent into Godalming (more or less complete).
Prompt service at The Jack Phillips saw us heading for home(!) just after one; thoughts of Capel teas banished for at least two weeks. After Farncombe, we split; three heading for the A25 and two for the A3.
A downpour before Ripley saw me donning a cape; naturally it stopped before we crossed the aerodrome. After a final split in Cobham, it was dry roads until I reached the royal borough (meaning the Met Office forecast was spot on).
55 miles door to door; plenty of cyclists about - disturbing most passed me with ease.
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