|Andy's Blast against Churchill's statue, Saturday 13 August 2011.|
Saturday morning. I discover a puncture, but first, prior to that, I was sitting downstairs in the conservatory looking out on a bleak landscape - grey clouds and spitting rain. Without having a mobile, of course, I had no way of knowing whether Andy had sent me a text aborting the ride. Was it pouring down in Caterham? I hadn't a clue. Then there was the puncture and the fact that, after my last mammoth puncture (detailed in a previous post) I had no leeches.
Time was pushing on and I resorted to email, sending Andy a note explaining my position, but he'd already left to meet me at the green.
As I always say in these situations, at least Andy got a ride – I didn't. I did fix my puncture (to the front tyre) and was ready for Sunday and a trip to Westerham. The weather was pleasant too. Andy sent me an email explaining how he'd gone from Warlingham Green to Westerham on Saturday in 32 minutes. Not bad going. And then back home to Caterham in under an hour. Pretty damn good.
|Grandma Claire – aka my mum – makes exceedingly|
good cakes. This shot taken by Andy Smith of one of my
mum's Christmas cakes.