It looked as if Sunday was going to be fine so I contacted Louisa to see if she wanted to link up at a cafe somewhere. We settled on the Ace with the possibility of going on to the Epping Tea Hut or perhaps the the Squadron.
I didn’t wake until gone 9 and so decided to have breakfast at the Ace. There weren’t that many bikes at the Ace at that hour but there was Toni resplendent in her finely festooned rocker jacket chatting to Linda, one of the proprietors. I said, “Hi. Ride like a Grandmother!” (Yes I’m a grandmother now) and they commented on not seeing me in ages. Toni hadn’t recognised me and said that she’d’ve taken a pic of me riding in if she had. Never mind. Food was on my mind. I went and checked out the menu and settled on a veggie full English. Would I get outside it? Ace servings tend to be large. They said that they could offer a doggie box if I couldn’t. I settle down and am joined by Toni and a friend of hers. My food arrives and I tuck in. Toni and her friend’s food arrive. She has eggs on toast. Gradually my food disappears down my gullet but I know I can’t manage the tomatoes. I offer them to Toni and she accepts and so I clear my plate aside from a slice of toast. Good Lord. Didn’t realize that I was THAT hungry!
All the time I’m keeping an eye open for Louisa. I think I see her roll up and dismount but she disappears. I go in search and eventually find her outside. She was wondering if I’ll turn up. She hadn’t clocked my bike. Soon we’re wandering around, drinking tea, chatting to complete strangers and taking photos. Louisa grapples with a selfie stick given to her for Xmas by her husband without much success. It baffles me too. I think that it’s a case of RTFM (Read the manual).
Somebody has turned up on a yellow Honda CBR 600 and Louisa gets chatting to him and his chums as she has one as well and wants to compare notes.
The guy is Polish and is there with a fairly hefty contingent of Poles, some on motorbikes, some in strange little Polish Fiats and one guy with a Polish flat bed truck with a very posed recovered CZ 250 type of thing (I stand to be corrected).
Louisa’s husband and son dropped by from their mission to Ikea and solved the puzzle of the selfie stick which Louisa then played with a lot after. I think the TFM came into play.
I noticed a smattering of 1970s bikes…For once the car park didn’t seem dominated by pocket rockets.
Here as some people studies.
A bloke doing some pointing and another preparing to leave.
…and some extreme brakes on the back wheel of a stunt bike, some extreme luggage and a tiny skeleton on a Virago trike.
Oh darn, I didn’t take a pic of Toni resplendent in her rocker jacket.
Louisa and I decided to head for the Epping Tea Hut. She asked me if I knew the way as she doesn’t. Do I know the way! Off we set but I loose her just before the A10 turn off on the North Circ. I trundle slowly waiting for her to catch up but look for somewhare to pull up. It’s tricky finding somewhere safe to pull over along there but I do eventually and stop…and wait… and or lore… and what to do… then there she is and we’re on our way and get to the Tea Hut (or should I say ORIGINAL Tea Hat?) without any further incident. Apparently she’d stalled and had to wait for her Tiger to reconfigure before it would start again. We head for the hut which is now a posh ex container and crucial cake and hot beverages are procured (Thanks Louisa) and Louisa notices Amanda at a table with some others. We join her.
She was one of the other women who rocked up at the Squadron that day I missed Louisa by hours. She mentions that the Squadron is closed. We are shocked and I feel the need to investigate. Has it gone for good?
I take a shot of some blokes who look as if they’re waiting for a bus and a couple of extreme endurance, survival, seen better days but look well durable bikes. The stories they could tell or is it all pose! I like the usage of a piece of tyre for a seat. It looks as if it just might be comfortable. Oddly enough for me I didn’t take any notice of what the bike was. The other one is a Yamaha Diversion. I had one of these briefly in my life. It was the same version but didn’t look at all like this.
I suggest to Louisa about checking out the Squadron and she says,”Why not”. She could head back home along the A414 from there having traveled to it from that direction often but not from the Tea Hut. I lead having often traveled that way to visit Suzy. We arrive at the gate to North Weald Airfield. The barrier is down. I catch the eye of the man in the entrance office and sidle over and ask about the Squadron cafe. Apparently it’s closed for three weeks but Wings Cafe is open. I ask where it is and a map is produced. I ask for one for my friend and he says that he’ll get one for him and I say ,”Her”. “Told you so”, says his colleague. I smile. We see cars driving around and the guys say that we could do that and drive buses and lorries there too. We go in and find Wings Cafe though Louisa knew where it was already.
It’s not as quirky as the Squadron and we don’t stop. We are rather full of hot beverages! Louisa wants to make inquiries about the driving experiences and we part our ways my having called to see if Suzy is receiving brief callers. She is. I head there. Suzy is about to do that henna thing with her hair. I ask if I could have a splott or two. I can and here is the result.
Later, back home, either Louisa or Amanda mention that there’s a decent pic of me leaving the Ace on the Ace’s FB page and here it is taken by Ian Evans. I wonder if he’s the friend Toni was with. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2144693175587265&set=a.2144688755587707&type=3&theater