When your mate messages you to ask if you fancy a Brighton ride the following day, he doesn't really mean the following day. If that friend is the Cycling Cyborg, Andrew Jones, he means the middle of night. 01.30 alarm, because sleep is very overrated and met Andrew at 03.30. We managed to dodge the kids coming out of Prizm nightclub in Kingston and headed for Brighton. It was particularly chilly last night and we were both questionning our sanity on the way down, especially as nowhere was open to get any food. Luckliy we found a café in Brighton when we arrived just before 08.00.
Bellies full and feeling rather happy with ourselves, we left Brighton to be faced with a headwind which lasted most of the way home and the odd rain shower. Even Andrew complained about the headwind and the affect on his legs, not sure what he meant as I was behind him most of the way. Maybe he is due another firmware download or system reboot....