Well, yesterday was a bit of a strange one. It was raining over Caterham way but didn't really happen over here. Having said that, when it rains in Caterham, it normally hits here half an hour later, so the ride was aborted and guess what? It turned out to be a really pleasant, albeit cold, day.
So, Andy and I vowed to go today and head out to Chevening early. But when I woke up at just gone five in the morning, ready to spring out of bed at five thirty, I heard rain. Heavy rain. And then it stopped and when I peered out around six, all was dry. I was keeping in radio contact with Andy via text and the general feeling was to see how it developed. The rain stopped. Then it started again and I've just sent a 'definitely abort' text, meaning the ride is off. It's raining now. Heavily. Its thirteen past seven and there's no chance of a ride now.
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
