Day 3. Reading to Oxford – ( 45 miles )
So, to the final day. Just a quick jaunt north to Oxford today. No canal path, just quiet roads and great countryside. Started brilliantly with a trip to McDonalds. Double sausage McMuffin, bacon roll and tea. Put mine down on the table and the bacon roll, rolled over to Brendons side. Quick as a flash he’d picked it up and was about to eat it. I screamed like a 5 year old girl who had just seen some tall, posh sounding guy in skin tight black lycra, so tight that you know his religion, pick up their bacon roll and with some hesitation he put it back and went to buy some of his own stuff.
Onward and upwards – literally. Although me and Brend had experienced the grades before, GD had not. He had previously cycled from Pembs to Paris, but by the look of things it wasn’t just his kit he had put in the “support vehicle”. As I may have mentioned it might of been to do with the extra 2 stone he was lugging around – although his panniers probably weren’t helping either!!!…
Once we left Reading proper, we cycled through some very pleasant lanes, and at the top of one we created a remarkable facsimile of St Paul’s Cathedral out of matches we had fashioned from small twigs, whilst waiting for GD – and admired the view of Didcot Power station (it was better than it sounds). As soon as GD arrived we set off – as I found to my cost on the first cycle trip, once you catch up the guys who were waiting are now refreshed enough to continue, and we went yet again “downhill all the way” (it never is!) Brendon pointed out some red kites, Marsy some guinny fowl and ferrets and I showed them my chocolate assortment. Before we knew it we were as one, well two, well actually three as we cycled passed Didcot.
The previous evening I had told Sian that we might be stopping for lunch in a place beginning with A between Didcot and Oxford, and in one of those “what are the odds of that” moments, just as we cycled through Abingdon around 12 we literally bumped into them. After a refuelling of pints for the boys, orange and lemonade for the girls (;o) we set out on the final 10 miles to Oxford.
Mostly canal path for the final trek, Marsy let GD lead at one point, only to shout he’d gone the wrong way after about a mile. Gd turned round and came back to meet us, only for Marsy to decide that actually GD had gone the right way, so we passed him as he came to meet us, and I could detect the slightest “tut” from him as Marsy regained the head of the peloton and set the pace for Oxford.
Before we knew it we were at the “Head of the River” in Oxford and enjoying yet another pint. GD and Brend took the train to London, Marsy back home and I stayed in Oxford the night to go on to Portsmouth for a couple of days..
We were done, average speed of around 13 miles and hour, max for me of 35, 145 miles in around 11 hours of cycling over 3 days. As you can see all in all a very pleasant few days, easy(ish) cycling with time for a beer and good nosh – magic.
Now to plan for next year………….