I spotted that I could pick up the Oxfordshire landmark on the way, too, and achieve a left-and-a-right. A detour off the A44 at Chipping Norton, a few minutes of satisfying NSL B-road, and it was mine.
The A44 looked good on paper but proved to be an annoying road, full of 40 and 50 limits, double white lines and cars pootling along as if they had all the time in the world. This made me late for our meeting at the Abbey, and somewhat panicky and apologetic when I eventually arrived.
Once Logan and I had found a sandwich and a park bench I settled down a bit, and it wasn't long before we were able to yap away to each other as comfortably offline as we do through internet magic. In fact, I was astonished when I realised that two hours had passed.
A tour of Evesham's many fine charity shops, inspection of the Whalebone Arch and a Thornton's ice cream took us up to the hour of departure, when Logan headed off to find a rail replacement bus and I attempted to rediscover the car park I had put my bike in, and subsequently navigate my way out of the one-way system.
A sign for 'The Lenches' pointed me in the right direction north of the town. I won't tell you which Lench of the four or so I required, but I found it without difficulty, enjoying a steep hill and some nice bends along the way.
I missed the landmark itself on my first circumnavigation of the village green because some selfish so-and-so had parked in front of it, requiring me to mount the pavement in order to get a photo. The reason for the many cars turned out to be the British Legion holding a cheese and wine evening - which was tempting, but time was getting on and I had 150 miles or so to travel, so I reluctantly headed back for the A44.
It was much nicer in the other direction, with more opportunities for overtaking, and I hit the M40 well pleased with the day as a whole.