Just to show I’m not making it up, this is what my bicycle looked like when it reached home this evening, after riding between Weybridge and the Brookwood Cemetery along the Basingstoke Canal – i.e. unsealed nearly the whole way. We were fairly lucky with the weather in the morning; less so in the afternoon. But I made a potentially important discovery. Once you are wet and muddy, it can’t get any worse, and it gets rather fun, in a “mad dogs and Englishmen” kind of way.
This was a London Cycle Touring Club event, and it was the historic destination that led me to try the tougher two-star option, having previously been a one-star rider. The cemetery was founded in 1852, to take, it was intended, all of London’s dead. (Detailed history here.)

The cemetery overall (at least the non-military sections) has that faintly romantic air of dereliction – quite why the fact that these dead are now neglected and forgotten has that emotional effect, but it always seems to. Left is a gorgeous built chapel, with very fine stone-work, now sadly closed up with concrete blocks.

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