It's the morning of the Black Horse Ride and I was up at just gone five am. The curtain in our bedroom had been pulled apart by about a foot but it was enough to let a huge bar of sunlight into the room. If the truth be known, I was awake by 0430hrs and just lie there hoping I'd get back to sleep, but it was not to be. I got up and moseyed on downstairs to make porridge, toast and marmalade and a cup of tea, not forgetting a glass of fresh pineapple juice and then I looked out of the window: clear, blue skies. That was around 0530hrs. It\s now just before 7am and I really ought to be moving and sorting things out, but the skies are still blue bar just a sliver of white cloud. The sun is still out and the temptation is just to go out wearing nowt but a teeshirt and shorts.
I think I'll go prepared, however!
The big deal yesterday was how to get to Reigate: meet Andy on the A23 or simply get the train. I've opted to cycle down there, meaning I'll be riding over 60 miles today – 70 if I cycle home. We'll see how it goes. Jon's on the ride, so, of course, is Andy, and possibly my old pal Nick Thorp from the mighty spud! Who knows?
When I get back I'll report more on the event and post some images too, so watch this space. Better go.