London to Brighton

Fred got up at 6.30 and whizzed away on his bicycle. Whisky and I decided to stay asleep until 11 when I thought I should get myself down to the finish line in Brighton. I estimated that Fred would arrive around 1pm or 2pm. Getting to Brighton would have been far easier on a bicycle today - engineering work scuppered my route and the rail replacement bus took an hour to get to Balham. I could have walked it in less! It took me around 3 hours to get to Brighton and it took Fred 4 hours to cycle it. Needless to say he got there way before I did and had already had two well-earned pints when I met him on the beach. There were cyclists and bicycles everywhere! All in all, the team had a good cycle, though there were grumbles that they had had to ride in traffic through London - you would think they could have closed the roads! They do for the marathon.

Anyway, that was a small grumble. And the day was great. Fred crashed out as soon as we returned home (we found a quick way home, at least).

Happy Father's Day Dad! Hope you managed to scoff all the Turkish delight while watching the Grand Prix!