And that, sadly, was the time to get back to London, the rat race and all the worries and stresses it entails.
All that stood between me and mundane was a 5 hour ride, the last activity to keep me sane while I withered away for a week, waiting for next weekend and the chance to ride again.
A quick stop at Stonehenge on the way home, trying my best to waste time before heading up the last leg to London.
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