120 miles of ups and downs

The next section is quite undulating preventing me from establishing a rhythm, making it quite tough and slow. Seeing my average speed down by about 10% and my increased effort, was quite demoralizing and by the time I reached Upper Beeding in unfamiliar territory I was quite fed up. My mood rose as I neared Haywards Heath and familiar territory, unfortunately this was short lived as I hit the evening rush hour and had to fight my way through the traffic. Some cars kindly moved out of the way, whilst others seemed intent on blocking my path (why???).
I soon reached Scaynes Hill where so often I have turned on to the A272 and found renewed energy. Again this did not last, as I turned north at North Chailey for the long slow climb in to Ashdown Forest I was greeted by a steady breeze in my face. I had to shout at myself and dig deep to get through the next six miles knowing I only had one more hill to go after this. I reached East Grinstead and pushed for home with a smile on my face albeit through grited teeth, taking the slightly longer but more direct A22 all the way.
About three miles from home I a heard a plonk behind me and a car toot his horn, I reached behind to find one of my empty bottles had fallen out. The kind driver in the car behind gesticulated wildly I assumed trying to tell me that it had just fallen off. About two hundred yards further on UP HILL I was able to pull over and turn around to go back for it (a very hard decision). There it was in the middle of the road squashed like a hedgehog. The kind driver had obviously been trying to tell me that he'd nailed it!
This was the hardest ride since my first 100 miles, not a great success but now I know I can get half way from Truro to Guildford.
I took this photo just North of Midhurst I though it was rather a sad but striking sight.