In the UK,
there are various signs of the changing seasons which are a more reliable
indicator of the year’s progress than the weather. You know summer’s here when pubs
advertise beer gardens and barbeques, and people in white attempt to play
cricket – with varying degrees of success – on village greens and commons up
and down the country – all despite dismal skies, glowering clouds and days of
constant rain. For me, the definitive sign is that the Chapter Runs begin. In
early June, I had a working bike and relatively free weekend, so I went along.
The weather
forecast was right for once, and the day dawned dry and clear, which
automatically meant the number of participating bikes tripled. This is why we
don’t pre-warn the final pub about numbers for lunch until the pre-ride
briefing.
We meandered
– all 43 of us – out of London and down through Surrey and over the South
Downs, wending our way past several greens and commons dotted with cricketers
and weekend footballers (well, it is
the World Cup). They tend to look
skyward, confused, when they hear a rolling thunder approach.
We ended up
at The Cricketers Arms in Wisborough Green, where we took over the pub and
completely wrecked the locals’ plans for a quiet lunch.
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