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.
We ride our trusty bicycles most weekends. This blog charts our adventures and records our thoughts as we ride through the rural lanes of Surrey and Northern Kent – and there's some world travel thrown in too
