Iain, Alfie, steve, Andrew (new to me), Warren, and for a brief spell James. James peeled off near T5 as he was proving a route for another group. Iain peeled off a little later to ride his own ride (to join us in the pub). That left five of us to put the hammer down (what an expression). Except there was a massive queue all the way to Datchet. Followed an old favourite route through the park and out the other side, only to re-enter the park at another gate. I buried myself at several stages, only to be told that we wouldn't be stopping at the usual pub near the park, but would carry on all the way back to Hampton Hill. I was gasping - this is not right. Mullered the road back (mainly between Andrew and me, though others may beg to differ *liars*). Warren peeled off at Sunbury, and Andrew peeled off at Hampton. The usual lead-out along the river road was altered somewhat, with me at the back waiting for the right moment, and suddenly I launched ahead as the sprinter. Fuck that, never again - I'm defo a lead-out man. Nice sesh in the pub, with Iain again, then home. And many thanks for Andrew for identifying the source of that annoying rattle from Bernadette.