It's a baking hot ride to Hirtshals in the north of Denmark to catch the early morning ferry for Iceland.
I keep my stove and tea/coffee/hot chocolate etc. in my small top box. I'm not sure whether she's an addict and around 30 cups of tea a day seems excessive to me but like the dutiful husband I'm unknowingly becoming I make her a brew.
I give her my 'come on, jump my bone' pose, she drinks her tea and says it's time to go.
As it was a crack dawn start the following day for the ferry we'd booked our only accomodation of the trip in Hirtshals, where it seemed many others were also staying.
A hearty breakfast of yet more tea and a roll up.
So to the ferry for our two day and night crossing to Iceland.
Ange has been looking forward to this trip for so long and in fact was one of the main reasons she learnt to ride a bike in the first place....which is also how we first met.
We join the queue of mainly German, Italian, Belgium bikes.
An unusual mix of vehicles seemed to be boarding, from a big overland truck, a small helicopter!! and these two old timers.
Another ferry of course means more trauma for Ange, she's warned the other bikers of the possibly of damage to their bikes if they should stop on the ramp ahead of her. They've halted well onto the car deck but seem to be checking their mirrors with concern as her bike climbs the ramp in a very un-Evel Knievel like manner behind them.
Ordeal over I sort the abandonded bike out....again.
We're soon on our way after months of anticipation, hoorah.
There's two days and nights to pass on the ferry, we're on honeymoon....oh what shall we do?
Me: It's a long way, I've got a full tanks, half a pack of cigarettes, it's light, and we're wearing sunglasses.
Her: Hit it!