Lots of people were outside their houses taking a look and cheerily waving to us all except one total Ars**ole in East Meon. He stood outside his cottage waving a yard brush and calling us effing b**tar*s and the like as we went past. His wife was a few metres further on directing a garden hose into the centre of the road - actually quite welcome as it cooled the left leg for a while.
There are clearly some miserable gits down in this neck of the woods. I only hope one of the riders had a helmet cam on and its up on You Tube soon.