The longest ride yet and indeed the longest ride of them all. I started out from home base in West London. Of all the stations that barely count Euston perhaps counts the least however it is the end of an Overground branch and thus must be visited and ticked off the list.
From there it was through North London back streets, coming up Highbury in front of the huge and now slightly less-than-new football stadium. Through Stoke Newington where in true cliched style I met an over-friendly drunk within five minute of crossing the Islington-Hackney border. And then to huge new Clapton developments and crossing the Lea. 
On the way to Walthamstow I had a fortunate accident. Coming down a hill a bus pulled ahead of the car that was ahead of me. I could not stop in time and smashed the guy's back light out. Not his fault - mostly the bus's - but the guy was nice about it. This prompted me to get my brakes replaced a couple of weeks later. Good move.
I was expecting Epping to be, well, more of a forest. Instead a commuter town like any other, a long main drag leading to the M25. Some pretty back roads, but these were only getting me lost. It was a windy day and the gusts were coming in the wrong direction.
And the hills. Oh, the hills.
Cockfosters, Mill Hill East. On the way home I got caught behind a Notting Hill carnival float. So yes this happened in late August. But we're almost there, the end is in sight.
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