We set off south and took the usual route to Whittlesford where we turned north-west for Newston. As we approached Newton Paul discovered he had a slow puncture and after a vain attempt at simply pumping it back up decided he had no choice other than to replace the tube. This he did by the feeble light of a sodium street lamp and the much brighter light of my and Tony's bike lights.
We carried on through Harston to Haslingfield. It was now about 8pm. Paul announced that he would take the direct route to Barton and wait for us in the pub whilst Tony and I continued for an extra nine miles via Harlton, the Eversdens and Kingston. The two of us reached the White Horse in Barton at 8.40pm where we found Paul comfortably settled. I ordered soup and bread and we had a pleasant though and rather arcane discussion about the economics of meat production in south-eastern Australia.
Afterwards we returned back home. I live nearest and had the shortest journey, arriving back home just before 10pm, having cycled 27 miles.
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