I've only done it once and I will never forget it! I started the day on an early train to Winchester and rode the South Downs Way to Shoreham, with a few friends joining me at Harting Down. It was a stunning day, almost nostalgic, one of those where you feel like you’re in a Mint Sauce cartoon: bright blue sky, bright yellow rape seed, bright white chalk and bright green everywhere else.
Finishing the ride on the Downs Link had been on my mind, I was ramping up for MM solo and I lived in Guildford at the time, so it felt like a satisfying way to finish the loop. When we passed the Downs Link sign to Guildford outside Shoreham, I decided I was fresh enough to do it, but I’d be doing it for the sake of it, the riding wouldn’t be that great (level, gravelly track, slightly uphill all the way to G’ford) and that I’d rather relax with the others in a pub in Shoreham.
Dinner and a few pints later, the others realised they had to leave right that second to catch a decent train back to London. Through a beery fug, I decided that I did fancy the Downs Link ride after all, and that I’d like to enjoy the rest of my beer and the sunset at my own pace.
I left after the sun had set. I was going to take it easy, but the beer got the better of me and I started to really enjoy spanking along and feeling the burn. I’d been going a fair while when I saw a map of the route at the side of the path. “I must be well past half way, I’ve really broken the back of this!” I thought, as I swaggered up to the map. I’d done less than a third. I crashed completely. Utterly demoralised and suddenly absolutely knackered.
Back on the bike, a lot slower this time. Properly dark now, and deep in the railway cuttings with the trees meeting above the path, it was very dark indeed. I only had a little commuter light with me, which did that trick of making everything look darker without giving any useful light in front of the wheel. Where the path jogged left and right across the roads, I had to ride up and down the road to find the signs and take the front light off to inspect them close up and make sure I was following the right ones. I was finding it hard to stomach any more bloody raisins or bloody cashew nuts and I had to keep stopping for little naps on benches and patches of grass.
My average speed was so slow that I bailed on the Link path after Cranleigh and took the road back to Guildford. A couple more naps and some very weary cycling later, I made it back to Guildford, cycled through town watching people who’d had a very different Saturday night, had quick shower and crumpled into bed at 2 in the morning.
Urg.