Then it was onwards into the depths of the Chilterns via Penn, heading for the outskirts of Beaconsfield. So after a suitable amount of up and downing we arrived at the ‘Royal Standard of England’, an impressive name for an impressive pub. Its sign proudly proclaims it to be the oldest free house in England. Certainly it is a delightful old building, but its claim is echoed by quite a number of other establishments around the country. And it is certainly very popular, so much so that there was no room inside which led to us sitting at an outside table. Now the warmish day I remarked on at the beginning had turned out to be a bit deceptive, because sitting at this outside table was b--- freezing. To such an extent, that once we had had our excellent food we were on our bikes and off again to try to get warm.
|Coffee Hut at Mediterranean Garden Centre|
So we went to the Mediterranean Garden Centre, which is on Flauden Lane just off Chipperfield Road. And it had a Mediterranean ambience with appropriate plants and music in the tastefully painted shed, which served as the café and source of home made cakes, which were superb. The only downside was that, as yet, it had no loo. In fact it was all so superb that I managed to lose the key to my bike padlock. So sending the group on its way, together with Bill I hunted for my key for a short while before I gave up and prevailed upon one of the guys there to cut the cable, which he did with frightening ease with just a pair of pliers. By this point my enthusiasm for cycling had left me, so I cycled the short distance down to Chipperfield, where Bill had his car, to take the easy way home.
So having ‘copped’ out, I’m afraid I can’t say how far we went that day. But I can say that when I got home and was taking off my cycling gear what fell on the floor but my cycle padlock key. Which of course was now quite useless, as the lock cable had been cut!