Rode to Gatwick with the one I love. She'd not ridden for three weeks, and it showed, which she found disheartening. And then, after tears, Pownalls Road. She rose like an angel. And kept going.
After a brief coffee in Caffe Nero in Reigate (which gets a plug because they let you take your bikes inside) it was - you guessed - Lonesome Lane. Now, peeps, you can engrave this in stone....
riding down Lonesome Lane in morning sunshine under trees coloured all shades from green to red, with the apple of your eye on a bike beside you is the best that life can offer. There is no more delight than this.