Ten for my ride to the Black Horse at Dedworth. Terrible error of judgement on my part for asking Chris to be Tail End Charlie. His cycle top made him a suitable candidate being composed of bright slices of oranges making him easy to spot from the front. However, on reflection, slices of lemon would have been more in keeping. We reached the morning stop Liquid Leisure without a problem, thence onto the Black Horse at Dedworth for lunch minus Brian who had pulled out in Windsor, again no problems. The return leg was along the river via Fifield. Arriving at Eton Wick Road I suddenly realised that we seemed to be a bit light in numbers. After a bit of a wait I phoned Chris to discover that he had managed to lose John, his daughter Fran and Angela. After a bit he managed to find Angela and Fran but not John. He elected to lead them back to Uxbridge while we continued onto the Royal Stag at Datchet for a swift half before heading back ourselves.