Sunday 31 May 2026
Alex writes: So begins the pilgrimage proper, but after the journey to the start these pilgrims already feel they have endured plenty of mortification of the flesh. We gingerly headed out of town and soon met up with Simon, an old friend of Bill's, for breakfast.
Then we rode on together for lunch at Alton. With temperatures much lower than yesterday and with only gently rolling countryside going was comparatively easy.
After lunch, however, we faced the much choppier terrain of the South Downs, and a sequence of testing climbs, some quite sharp. Eventually, we found ourselves on a cycle path parallel to the A3. At the famous chalk cutting enjoyed by the road at Butser Hill, the cyclepath heads up and over, but thereafter it seemed like we had a continual smooth descent to the unlovely outskirts of Portsmouth.
Boarding the ferry was straightforward except we found ourselves among many other cyclists and the MO for storing them seem to be to stack them all together and lash them with a rope. John was visibly twitchy about weather this was an appropriate way to treat his lovely new bike.