Despite this not being a ride to Windsor but in fact to Dedworth to check out the revamped Black Horse, my nine followers moaned all day long that it was a Windsor ride. Passing through West Drayton, I could hear Cap'n Morgan shouting to me to stop. Fearing that something was amiss I did, only to realise that he was trying to give one of his tedious nobby lectures about some rotten old building that we had passed. Giving him short shrift, I continued to Datchet, which is not Windsor, where we stopped for morning tea. As we prepared to leave, we discovered that Margaret had a puncture. Luckily we had a JIM to hand and the puncture was soon fixed. Skirting some town the name of which eludes me, we arrived at the Black Horse which has indeed been tidied up both inside and out. The only down side of the refurbishment is that liver and bacon is no longer on the new menu. Post lunch we headed back passing by Old Windsor which is not Windsor to West Drayton for coffee and dispersal. Luckily the heavy rain that had been predicted never materialised.