The first beer after a ride on a hot day.
That and Bacon

The Wife.

Taking the wife on a picnic on a warm summers day.

Driving a V8 on twisty roads.

Cycling.

Haagen Daaz and a great movie.

Seeing a 6 pack staring back from the mirror.

Getting a I love you message.

Being called ‘daddy’ by our two year old.

Smell of WD40

The warmth of a small bunny tongue behind the ears and the accompanying snuffle when your ears get inspected too.

Sneaking in a gear change over a small rise, and going that little faster than you thought you would into the next downhill.

Seeing a 6 pack staring back from the mirror.

14 month old mini RRR shouting “Dada!” and frantically crawling towards me as I first open the door getting in from work 🙂

Slipping into a warm pool with a free lane after a long day dealing with people, problems, pain etc. There are no words.

Wow. Swimming in a pool has always been a chore to me!

Wife is no simple pleasure, so that’s out. While living for long periods in remote places the only thing I missed was cheese on toast and a cuppa from a tea pot, pref with a crossword. First thing I have when returning home.

Watching Jesse the Roomba do his stuff.

the only thing I missed was cheese on toast

After being away from home doing restaurant eating 4 nights a week for months that was always one of the “What I’ll do when I get home” things.

Years ago in France I had a disco biscuit, a surf, a cycle and a **** all in one day, in that order. Simple but blissfully deliriously happy. From nature I love the smell of Autumn in the woods.

Warm sausage rolls dipped in brown sauce. Mmmmmmm

Oh… And watching my daughters jumping around to Just Dance on the wii

Leftover curry from the night before and the first swallow of a good beer. And a belated and unexpected birthday present.

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the sight and smell of bluebells

Nigerian Guinness.

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An empty horizon at the beach.

Stars.

Both -> Starry beach

Cycling along a French avenue in summer.

Being warm enough to your gloves off mid-ride, felt great today.

Popping bubble wrap.

The snap/pop/crackle of a tubeless tyre seating…

Dusty trails in dappled sunlight.

The feeling of a completing your ‘to-do’ list with time left to do something you actually want to do before you have to be responsible again.

When my son (5 yrs old) says “Dad, it’s sunny and muddy at the same time, can we shred the gnarr today?” (although i feel guilty allowing him to think it’s normal to talk like that).