Some of you fine and shiny people-of-successful-gene-propagation volunteered to be marshals this impending and lovely Sunday, but I cruelly eschewed your offer of services on the grounds that you wanted to bring your weans on the day, which meant I couldn't use you.
As it turns out, I really can. See, we're going to send the riders off from the Meadows in batches, and we need sensible persons to ride at the head of each clump.
These persons will ride at the sensible dawdling pace that you might remember from last year, and politely and sensibly suggest to anyone who looks intent on overtaking them that they don't.
Also, you'll be on the lookout for signals from the blue-vesty marshals to stop in a gentle fashion so that pedestrians can cross the roads that we will be blocking.
I can't see how this would conflict with sproglet wrangling, since you'll be advising your youthful charges to stick by you anyway.
We'll kit you out in a vest so that Joe and Joanna POP2er know what you're doing, and if you possibly can, meet us at the junction of North Meadow Walk and Middle Meadow Walk at 2pm, or failing that 2.45pm, then we're golden.
Thank you!