Arriving at your finish line knowing you’ve then got to go sit on a train for a couple of hours got a comfy seat for an hour and a bit, a fish supper and bottle of wine to share, smelling of sweat and countryside daisies, red wine, batter and vinegar whilst your legs seize up you keep stretching so you’re still OK for the 7 mile ride the other end is much less attractive. not so bad.
What was bad was turning up at the station after doing the lot in a day, with aforementioned fish supper and bottle of red, only to be told that there was a bike ban on the trains into London cos of the Olympics. There was only us and about 6 others on the train! We got on, saying we’d take our chances at being thrown off at Lewes, or wherever it was supposed to start. Would you believe we were OK?