
Then it all went wrong in the afternoon. Someone called me to say that she was on a motorway with 3 others and they were lost. I wasn't sure which motorway she meant but we tried to meet at the BP garage at the roundabout at the edge of Buntingford which we could both see. We could even see the poppy display under the Buntingford sign but we couldn't see each other. That's because all roads leading into Buntingford have BP garages, all have signs and all have poppy displays; they were at a different roundabout. Anyway, the group leading from the back of the ride was now drinking tea and eating cake at Westmill. The first shall be last and the last shall be first.
On the final leg, about 12 miles from Stevenage, we decided to break into two groups, fast and very fast. We looked at our maps. Then some sharp eyed person noticed that my recently purchased O.S. map, published in 1974, didn't actually show the Buntingford bypass on it. Oh well that solved the motorway mystery. But the village of Stevenage was clearly visible. The very fast group caught the 6pm train and the fast group got the 6.30 pm. The heat and sun made the ride harder than normal and we were exhausted but we were still smiling.
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