|You'll have to click on this image to see the low cloud in the foreground.*|
|This vintage car was made in 1929, the year my dad was born.*|
While the good weather continued for the return journey and Andy and I parted halfway along the B269, as I approached Warlingham Green, the bike began to wobble. I had a puncture! Shit! Haven't had one of those for ages, I thought, as I dismounted near Warlingham Sainsbury's and began the shortish walk to the green where I planned to fix it.
Without a pump, however, I had big problems and resorted to back-up from home. Soon, a car arrived along with the pump and all was well.
By 1055hrs I was on the way home.
* Photos courtesy of Andy.