The same thought had obviously occurred to a number of people as at the end of our small grove where it meets Worple Road, there were several locals already up and cheering the cyclists on. Those who didn't already know each other introduced themselves.
The absence of motor traffic on the road reminded one of how much noise and dirt one is normally confronted by when walking down a busy street. The atmosphere during the morning races was interesting not least because a dozen or more people from our home street where it joins the race track at Worple Road were there many with there children. The cyclists during the afternoon session were the elite and by then the locals watching them had increased along with copious amounts of wine and in my case tea.
Who is that beautiful dark haired lady at the bus stop ;)
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