As per previous competitive TBC events, Chris took the honours, his saddle bestrode by some marvellous blue lycra. Gosh, he deserved it for fashion prowess alone. (Although Richie's rugby / lycra hybrid and Nick's Etonian cutting dash, were very close behind).


We retired to park for typically British nibbles, befriending local wild fowl and basking in a glorious sunset on the way.


The night went on later and boozier, but the photos stop there. Good stuff.
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