Saturday ride

This morning, once I'd finally been prised out of bed, we rolled out on one of Raymond's Tuesday Rides to Harting.
The GPS worked perfectly and wound us through tiny backwaters, quiet lanes barely one car wide with a few steep kicks and rolling downs.
After a re-fuel of coke, coffee and tea-cakes we retraced our route home, minus gilets and arm warmers as the skies had cleared and the temperature soared to 24'

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