Our first haul on to the top of the South Downs this year. Up Streat Hill, left to Blackcap, then a crazy descent down to East Chiltington and back to the van. Stunning. I'd forgotten how magical it is up there, and how lucky we are having access to it.
One puncture on one bike, the first time i've encountered through axles in the flesh. Other members of the party had no idea how to get it off (including the owner).
We met a chap at one field boundary who we thought was going to be a grumpy farmer, but his opening line was "Have you seen a pair of peacocks anywhere ?" Cue a 10 minute chat about peacocks, the local pheasantery, the gorgeousness of the day, when his roof had been tiled, etc etc.
Delighted to report I can still get up Streat Hill in one hit in my middle ring - I was rather worried the lack of commuting miles had knocked my condition a bit.