A couple of weeks ago, I went on a chapter run down to
Arundel. To, in fact, a very nice pub just beyond Arundel, along the river.
It’s called The Black Rabbit and I actually had choices on their menu. They
also have the sense to do mini-desserts, which are a lovely size with coffee.
But enough about them. This is a bike blog, not BeerintheEvening or UrbanSpoon.
The ride down went on roads I’ve seldom used and go down
that way quite a lot. (Arundel has more than the usual number of biker-friendly
eateries, and it’s a nice distance from London for a shorter run). And as we meandered in a very long snake up
and around and down Box Hill I realised that while there are probably many
white elephants left over from the Games,
there is a definite legacy. It’s
the lovely newly tarred, smooth and beautiful road surface at Box Hill. One of the reasons I don’t use that road is
that the last time I went down it, it was revoltingly gravelly and
pot-holed. Thank heavens for Olympic
road cycling events.
About a week later, Lynn and I headed out for a Sunday ride
– thinking of revisiting Arundel, when we realised that autumn has arrived.
It’s chilly these mornings, and cloudy and breezy. Coffee is frequently
required, if only to clutch the cup and thaw our fingers. So we stopped at the
red sign of the Wise Owl in Kingsfold, on the road I will forever call the Duck
Road after the duck and her ducklings who crossed it in front of my 125cc way
back in the day while Lynn rode ahead wondering where I’d got to now. The Owl’s sign used to be green and it used
to pretentious with prices to match and no concept of service. It’s changed
hands and colours, if not names, and vastly improved. It serves biscuits with its coffee, which is
always a plus in a pub and saves me ordering dessert. (Which is a mixed blessing).
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