We halted near the A303 to get our bearings, and Howard headed off. The rest of us joined the dual carriageway and pushed north to Stonehenge, filtering and overtaking at the many slow bits where two lanes are siphoned into one. After coffee and farewells at a Little Chef, with hundreds of miles done since we'd left the Wisley branch on Friday morning, I set off up the M3 for home.
Although there was a lot of riding involved, an element of training, and some fantastic roads, the company was really the most important thing: being among bikers you trust not to crash into you on the road, and are just as enjoyable to hang out with in the bar that evening. I've been in LAM since 2005, but this is the first time I've made it to the annual Wales Weekend; it won't be the last.