A wonderful, 8+ hour cycle from London, out to the Surrey Hills, and back again, with my very special running buddy, Fostress.  Clear roads (bar the 26,000-odd other cyclists), plenty of Clif bars and so much fun.  (We spent atleast one of those eight hours in a huge stationary queue, playing Guess the Clif bar.)

Very jolly winners, on the Mall.  (Orange juice and ‘iced’ coffee to come, as if by magic.)