This was the target set for the year’s first 4-star ride. Our destination, Saffron Walden (and some of the way back).
Conditions could scarcely be better when six of the usual suspects met in Highgate: scarcely a huff of wind, with sun and better than 15C forecast. Potter’s Bar was soon taken, with ride leader Damian leading from the front, as is proper. Even before turning off the main road into Kentish Lane for Hertford, we had hailed loads of club riders, and continued to see them all the way to Saffron Walden.
There was no stopping for coffee in Hertford; but for an enforced stop to repair a puncture somewhere near Berden, the boys just kept swinging along. This was OK for those who had done the last three Sundays, all of around 100 km, and one of them the so-called Hell of the Ashdown sportive, with its 1000m of climbing. But for the writer, who had done only one full-strength ride this year, back in January, the lunch stop at Saffron Walden, reached at 12.15 after 80km, came not a moment too soon. more »