Well everyone survived (or close to it) the longest day. The various groups managed to make the distance (164 kms) during the day. The 12km downhill in to Pureora on dusk was the highlight of the ride.
The usual suspects
This is a Christmas gardening surprise.
My spuds did not have a flower, and I thought they had an epic fail… I was wrong:
Made it to Madrid after what feels like 1 million hours of flying, only to find that the hotel was double booked.. Doh!
Got it all sorted out – and managed to get out and about on the first day.