Horley - Nuthurst - Capel
Last Sunday it was the White Horse; this Sunday the Black Horse. Determined not to miss the departure from elevenses, I arrived half an hour early to join Bob in the Waitrose café Horley, to await the gang from North Cheam. This gave time for a bacon roll, some chat and an unexpected solution from Bob to the previous Sunday's curious incident of the disappearing C&M at Hedgerly.
After an extended elevenses, leader Andrew marshalled his men and made off at a smart and wind-assisted pace in cool sunshine. A S.Westerly tack took us through Charlwood, Ifield, Faygate, Colgate, Partridge Road down to Hawkins Pond and up to Mannings Heath. Despite a slipped chain or two, it was then an easy spin via Monk's Gate to the Black Horse Nuthurst. Some supped at the pub; the black sheep grazed in the shadow of the Church of St Andrew; Andrew chose the bus-shelter.Our return was South to Mapleh
urst, West to Copsale, North to Doomsday Green and the outskirts of Horsham, where two gentlemen of our number leapt to the aid of a cycling damsel in distress with a wayward saddle. Secured and safely mounted, she was then able to resume her duty visiting wayward residents who had failed to return their census forms. Our duty was to mount Old Holbrook on our way to tea and cake at Capel. With sugar in our veins, it was then a familiar skelter via Newdigate to Dorking and West Humble, where some took the low road to Leatherhead and some the high road up Little Switzerland, each then to choose his own way home. Many thanks to Andrew for leading us on a sporting ride; 60 enjoyable miles for me and many more for others.
Jeff
urst, West to Copsale, North to Doomsday Green and the outskirts of Horsham, where two gentlemen of our number leapt to the aid of a cycling damsel in distress with a wayward saddle. Secured and safely mounted, she was then able to resume her duty visiting wayward residents who had failed to return their census forms. Our duty was to mount Old Holbrook on our way to tea and cake at Capel. With sugar in our veins, it was then a familiar skelter via Newdigate to Dorking and West Humble, where some took the low road to Leatherhead and some the high road up Little Switzerland, each then to choose his own way home. Many thanks to Andrew for leading us on a sporting ride; 60 enjoyable miles for me and many more for others.Jeff
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