Over 35 miles with Neil to see a hockey match in Liss. When we got there, the game was over and we trundled home. I almost got up Buriton hill in one go, I know that when I finally manage to climb it without getting off, I’ll have made good progress. I should mention that Neil didn’t have any trouble, and spent a few minutes at the top waiting for me to catch up.
Oh, I’ve entered the London to Brighton and I’m waiting to hear if I’ve got in. Apparently there are only 27,000 places and most of them have gone by the end of March. I’m going to put a sponsor form on the web and on the notice boards at work, and maybe get a bit of dosh together.
You forgot to mention the sad demise of the broken-legged rabit which would
allow a totally unnecessary St Francis of Assasin pun.
Also, the simple pleasure gained from a cup of tea and some lassagne at
TESCO’s after 20 miles of riding. Do you know what TESCO stands for? Good
food at low prices. . .
I think you’re selling yourself short on this hilll climb: not only did we
do the Buriton climb but the one that went out of Petersfield up the B2030
which is a long drag. As is the whole trip from Havant to the QE park. I’d
say that the ride was 40 miles (or just over 60km) and that we hit a
similar speed into Buriton (61km/h).
Most of all, though, the ride was a great escape from everything to do with
the mundane: how else would we get to enjot the fantastic scenery, the bird
song, the peeling bells in the Hampshire villages, and the darkness of the
woods around the QE park?
Neil actually emailed me, but as I thought it was worthy as a comment, I’ve popped it below – I know I should have mentioned these things – also that Jelly Babies are the best thing for tiredness – I expect Lance has Jelly Babies passed to him by a team car during every race.
Bees tonight! must dash!