Well beyond Chapel actually to the No Car Cafe off Rushup Edge.
I think I clocked 11.9 mph average for a touch under 50 miles, park to cafe to home, but since then I have of course reset my bike computer to British Brexit Time or whatever it’s called this week (took me so long I wondered if it was going to be quicker to wait until the clocks go back again).
Rumours that the Flying Scotsman, aka Gordon the Big Engine, joined us fleetingly in the cafe must be discounted until corroborated by independent witnesses, except there were none as, with the Larklings, we took over the whole cafe, and of course the four marvelous staff were working far too hard to have time to chat long enough to distinguish a Scottish accent amid the Received Pronunciation that is the default accent of choice where two or more cyclists are gathered together, at least if you come from my part of Weybridge me old China.
Loved it, every minute of it. I was home at 3.30 pm. See y’all same time next week (= 10.00 am).