What happens when it all goes WRONG!

Friday 12 May.
The route:- Honiton to Guildford 138 miles.
Spent most of Thursday evening getting all the necessary drinks food and equipment packed in the car ready for the morning.
Drove to the Samson centre, cycled to Guildford station, caught 06:55 to Woking, took these photos of the commuters on the platforms waiting for their trains to take them to work. It was a beautiful day and I was going for a bike ride, hehehe. Should have known better, this was not a day to gloat!
Arrived Honiton at 10:00, set off straight away raring to go.
I soon realized that it was warmer than any other day I had been out so far, still this was not a problem I had three litres of drink on board and enough powder for another three. I planned to make my first stop in Salisbury after about four hours. I stopped after three to swap my empty front bottles with the full ones behind my saddle, I could not do this on the move as having lost three bottles in as many rides they were now being held in by a hi-tech device (an elastic band)!
This is when I first noticed I had a problem, my drinks were warm and unpalitable, I was sweating heavily and I was thirsty. I arrived at Salisbury on schedule, but not very happy, I was just over half way and feeling pretty knackered. It took me twenty minutes to buy water, and replenish my bottles, I made the mix slightly weaker, and drank the left over water. John had said he would meet me at the Samson centre, so I sent him a txt advising I would be there at about 17:45, I needed to set a target and a reason not ease up.
It's a bit of an uphill slog from Salisbury to Winchester, which wasn't helped by me not being able to drink anything, the warm goo made me feel sick, I felt I needed to give my stomach a break, so for about an hour only took very small sips.
Arrived at Winchester to a very warm welcome from the local school children as they finished for the weekend, one of them throwing his empty can at me from the top of a double decker bus and scoring a direct hit on my helmet, bless IT, such high spirits. IT lives and breathes today only because the bus was going the other way uphill!
It was a hard slog back, arrived at the Samson Centre at 17:50, happy to see John, but pretty much wiped out. Compared to any other ride this was by far the hardest, not so much the distance, but the warm weather upset my normal fuelling balance.
Even so, by quickly re-fuelling with protein, vitamins and a couple of cans of cold coke which I had a gasping desire for, I was back to normal in three hours.