We started off nearly on time as oppossed to hideously late which is surprising for the Horsman clan when called together to do anything at all. We trundled off initially through a familiar route known to my dad as "The circuit" before turning off on to The Route. Once on the route things took what I expected to be a familiar format with Ian shooting off and myself staying with the "trundle party" in the form of my father and William. We made our way to the first tea stop in Ashwell at the Rhubarb and Mustard, this was preceeded by some fuckwit in a large peice of farming machinery attempting to crush me against a row of parked cars rather than wait 30 seconds for me to clear the row. Not an experience I've had before despite cycling in Cambridge, London and St. Alban's and thouroughly unwelcome. I escaped unscathed and we got some coffee down us before setting off again.
We then moved on towards St. Neot's picking up the other riders who had set off later along the way (you can see where on the Strava recordin below as the route line becomes a cat's cradle around sutton road). Moving on in convoy we set a good pace and largely kept together until we got to St. Neots where food was obtained.
The ride from St. Neots to Whittlesey was largly uneventful as I stuck with Will and Dad while Ian and the others raced off. 2 noteable points:
1. I broke 30mph for the first time on this trip and possibly ever.
2. We lost Ian and Andrew swift as they headed on to Ramsey for adventures of thier own, but they eventually made it back on track.
Whittlesey is a charming enough place if feeling a bit recession-pinched. The Falcon Hotel where we stayed was gloriously running a beer festival as we arrived so we tucked into beers there and then went down the road for some food before heading back.
There was amusing live music from a young lass and aging bloke and we came out with a slight loss from the gaming machine. A not-so early night was had. One of the less salubrious facts of this stage is that for the first time in over 15 years I was sharing the same room as both my brothers. We all love each other but we also could make a trio entry for International Snorer of the Year. Personally it doesn't bother me but the others might have had a rough night... Sorry!
- Number of NDE's: 1
- Times Dad wound up: Countless
- Teas consumed: 6
- Stops made: 4
- People lost: 2
- People found: 2
- Donations made en-route: 13 (I think)
- Scottish accents imitated: 3
- Hills done: Lots