Saturday I did not quite a century, but the longest I had ever done before. I figured Sunday I would need a recovery ride. So I cycled from the hotel up to Cambridge for a little wander around the colleges and the city center. As soon as I started pedalling I regretted the choice of plan. I should have planned to cycle home again instead. My legs felt great and I was whizzing along. Not stiff and tired at all. But I had already sent the maps and spare clothes with BF to take home in the car so I stuck with my plan and went up to Cambridge. The winds were terrible again, but not so much headwinds this time, more crosswinds that nearly knocked me over a few times. The ride ended up being 13 miles and rewarded with a muffin lunch by the river watching the punters punting. Then a looong train ride home. All in all a great week-end and definitely worth repeating.