At the tin church near the former White Hart
Jon was lagging on a steepish hill; was this due to over-indulgence the previous evening? We stopped to check. His right clipless pedal was attached to his shoe, but the pedal wasn’t attached to the pedal axle, although the axle was still screwed into the crank. This was a serious mechanical malfunction with no immediate means of repair. His choice was to carry on to the coffee stop, by adjusting his pedalling motion to squeeze the middle, to use a current popular phrase.
At Chandlers Cross we freewheeled down Rousebarn Lane, (a no-through road to cars) into Croxley Green & wiggled our way through suburban houses, several of which looked eligible for the mooted mansion tax, to the Mill End café. Here I had a puncture in the back tyre; was this good or bad luck?
On Rousebarn Lane
The young landlady informed us that she was a local and had only just taken over the pub from the previous owner who had tried & failed to run it as an expensive restaurant. The food & beer was good & reasonably priced and there was agreement that we should return in February.
Then it was a quick ride down Rucklers Lane & up Bunkers Lane to get back to St Albans where the Christmas shoppers formed a heaving throng. So there was still time to do some shopping, but none of us did.
View map full screen