The Bee man cometh. And standeth around rather a lot...

The event of the ride, as alluded to in the title came after 47 of 51 miles today. Do I spill the beans now or keep you in suspense? You would just skip to the bottom if I didn't tell you now, or not bother at all, so I shall tip those beans (and they may be strawberry beans) all over the shop.

Just coming back into Offham along one of the worst roads in Sussex and I spy a blue car parked in a strategic position. My previously gained knowledge alerts me that this may mean that Mr White (not mas played by Harvey Keitel in Reservoir Dogs) is in situ and at work.

I screech to a halt and peer through the hedge. Nothing to see, wrong side of the road. I cross the road and spy a man in white, appropraiet for Mr White doing things with a bit from a hive. That was the height of the action. I watched for about 10-15 minutes and the sum total of actions can be descibed as; stood about, didn't move and looked perplexed. He was so engrossed standing about looking, I did not feel that I could interrupt. I will catch him after his third bottle of wine on Monday eveniong and find out what was going on.

The ride? Very similar to yesterday except felt keener to do it, wind had dropped slightly and average moving speed still about 16mph, which for me is pretty damn good. With the chamges to the route, it meant that I went through the buzzing centre of Ripe four times. I saw one person.

Started off with Don Maclean and American Pie, then Martika and Tom's Diner and finally a blast of the Sugarhill Gang and Rappers Delight, c'mon Hank sing that song...check it out!