A cup of tea on the banks of the River Arun before the off. The first of four river valleys of the day, the others being the Adur, the Ouse, and the Cuckmere.

Setting off with Andy, Tim, Nigel and George.

Tim watches the amateur microwave radio operators. The mountain bikers looked at them more weirdly than they looked at the bikes with curly bars.

Heading for Chanctonbury Ring

Nigel and George grasstracking down from Chanctonbury Ring.

Steyning Bowl and Soper’s Lane snaking around its base.

Into the Adur Valley.

At Truleigh Hill looking towards Devil’s Dyke.

Between Chanctonbury and Steyning we’d picked up Rich. This is just after he’d attempted to snap his neck by attempting a most spectacular double somersault on the way towards Devil’s Dyke.

On a hill top.

Quick stop to ensure Tim’s bottom bracket wasn’t about to drop out.

Onwards to Ditchling Beacon.

At the Swan in Lewes. We’d missed a short section of the SDW in the search for lunch.

Live music in the Swan.

Near the summit of Firle Bostal looking back the way we’d come.

At the top of Bo Peep. The first time here when I hadn’t actually ridden up it, and I had no intention of riding down it today either.

Chalk and grass and sky. Where the hills meet the sea. Down to a trio now.

Climbing through the trees on the lower part of Windover Hill from Milton Street.

Hills and sea and sunshine.

The Singular Peregrine where it belongs, up a hill.

85km of the South Downs Way completed. In Eastbourne awaiting a Belgian Beer.