Bedrock to Wye and back in 40 miles

Lesser mortals may have chosen a short route, but the Heap of Ragstones, Judith, Sarah, Ruth, Martin, John and Peter chose a different route to circumvent civilisation and the resultant traffic as much as possible. There was some problem finding Singleton Lake and the adjacent underpass to Great Chart, but after some furious cycling and everyone except Peter geting lost, the team finally made it to the chosen land of Great Chart and Ninn Lane.

With a right turn over the railway and a sharp left, lo and behold, the Ragstones were in Hothfield. Ruth would like to return to walk over the Common, so this was entered into the organiser's RAM (Random Access - or temporary - Memory for the non-technical) that unfortunately does not function after being switched off by Sicilian red wine. Westwell then Eastwell followed - Ruth's chain came off for the first time - then Boughton Aluph and finally the Ragstone entered Wye triumphantly on the dot of noon, half an hour early.

The landlady at the Kings Head was not phased by an early arrival of Ragstones as she not only had prior notice, but also employs Peter's nephew and so has experienced excentric time keeping before. Ruth was given colouring pens to colour her placemat and two bottles of excellent Sicilian wine appeared swiftly to keep everyone happy. This was a new experience for Sarah as it was her first outing as a probationery Ragstone, but she passed the initiation test with the correct answer to the question: Do you like red or white wine? with the classic answer: both.

The afternoon was drawing in and mindfull of the need to return to Bedrock before dark, the Ragstones took their leave of the the Kings Head after a splendid lunch to head towards John of Millstone's homelands. After sorrowful farewells at the boundary, John sped home and the remaining five Ragstones departed for Bedrock.

Dusk was falling, if not fallen, when the Scree returned to their homelands. It was the end of a very satisfying 40 mile ride.