I’ll never forget the first time I tackled #DitchlingBeacon on the #LondonToBrighton cycle. It was a challenge, but one I conquered in my twenties-and I’ll probably be telling the story well into my sixties. This time, though, it wasn’t just about the ride; it was about sharing the journey with my dad.

My dad, a man of few words and even fewer outward emotions, joined me for the iconic ride on a random weekend. When we reached the highest point of the South Downs, the famous Ditchling Beacon, there were no big celebrations-just a quiet nod from him. In that simple moment, we shared something meaningful, before beginning our descent into Brighton.