Londoners wandering around town on Saturday may have been confused by the fleet of tweed-covered folks on an array of vintage and pimped up bikes, but don’t worry, you didn’t do a Nicholas Lindhurst and step back in time. It was London’s 5th annual Tweed Run and Jude Brosnan went along for the ride.
The morning of a tweed ride is not the best time to discover you don’t actually own any tweed. After managing to pull together an outfit of plaid and pearls (plastic, obviously) I also learned that this exact moment in history is not the best time to accidentally dress like a certain Iron Lady. But, once I had borrowed some tweed and joined the other 499 riders I felt like part of the gang. And what a polite and stylish gang we were.
Some people were patriotic:
Some were super coordinated:
And some couldn’t escape the paps:
Even though some took it more seriously than others:
And after a long ride, we ended up in the pub for lashings and lashings of ginger beer.
Stay tuned for a tweedy version of Secret London Spots with the Tweed Run London organisers.