Saturday: what was meant to be a 40-mile club ride, got out into Kent, stopped to help a backmarker with puncture, between us realised we didn't know where we were, navigated by the sun back into London ('well, if that's south...'), and unwittingly clocked up 65 miles.
Sunday: tried to go out with the fast club ride, legs had nothing in them, got dropped after an hour, still ended up doing 40 very windy miles, mostly solo.

Feel totally done in today.