After a fairly chaotic morning (we erroneously thought the start of the Tweed Run was in Covent Garden as it had been in November) motoring around London, we eventually found our be-tweeded brethren outside the Imperial College London.
After all of the cyclists had posed for pictures outside the majestic ICL building in South Kensington, they went to collect their steeds from the green nearby.
I had elected to take the train to get to the metrop. while the boys pootled along in our two-tone ‘30s car, Betsy. Once the riders had taken their leave (led by three gents on penny-farthings) we followed suit with Les filming out of the sun-roof.
Awaiting the cyclists were stalls from the various sponsors of the Tweed Run; Cordings, Tyrrells and Murcock of London (who were also at the November event). There was also a tent set up for a string quartet to accompany the aforementioned refreshments with some Pachelbel and Vivaldi.