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With us is Brownlee's , European junior champion, and a whippet-skinny cyclist mate of theirs called Josh. There is plenty of competitive banter and no shortage of pace, albeit an endearing lack of the usual back-up. I'd left my tyre-levers, pump and spare tubes at home, assuming world champs would carry some sort of uber-sets provided by sponsors - but when Jonny gets a puncture, there's neither of the first two and only a late lucky find in a back pocket of an inner.

No-one gets too worked up. You get the clear sense that the ideal afternoon for both Brownlees would be running and riding out here, regardless of professional training requirements. "The thing I hated most about being injured was not being able to exercise," says the senior sibling. "Suddenly I had nothing to do all day. It was so boring.

"I couldn't get to sleep at night either. I'm so used to feeling tired from training, so I was just lying there unable to drop off. I went out a few times and got drunk, but that got boring pretty quickly. It's brilliant to be out here again."

The scenery is indeed splendid. So are the . If there's one particular perk of being the world's best that your average amateur would most enjoy, it's having 10 top-of-the-range carbon beauties hanging from hooks in your garage.

Not everything is so high-tech. Brownlee's breakfast? "Three Weetabix. And then a load of Aldi crunchy oat cereal poured on top." His favourite post-ride snack? "Fray Bentos pies. I love them."

When you're burning 5,000 calories a day, you can afford to get stuck in. Before we head out on the bikes, Brownlee has knocked off a 4,500 metres swim. After we get back, he will head to the pool at and bang out an aqua-jogging session. When the stress fracture is healed, that will be switched for reps round the track.

It's a routine based around open air and excitement. Some triathletes like to train on treadmills and turbo-trainers. It's measurable, controllable and precise. It can also be tedious in the extreme. "I'd much rather be out on the mountain-bike or running on the fells," he says. "You work harder, and you don't even notice it."

It's also proven. Brownlee is a seven-time Yorkshire fell-running champion, was crowned world junior triathlon champion in 2006 and under-23 world champion two years later. At the , only fading to 12th in the final stages. Two years out, he's already earmarked as of the best home medal hopes for 2012.

"I could see how the attitude of the other guys (on the circuit) changed over the course of the year. I don't think they saw me as a threat at the start, but when I beat Javier Gomez in Madrid, they started treating me differently. I heard a few things, not to my face but from other people - this has been said about you... but on the whole, triathletes are a good bunch. Because it's an endurance sport everyone's in it together, and there were a lot more who said, oh it s brilliant to see how you were doing."

Brownlee is unlikely to let it go to his head. Jonny - and Josh - would take the mickey, for starters. He's also tasted life outside the sport, doing a term of a medicine degree at in Cambridge before the lectures and supervisions got in the way of training, and triathlon edged out .

Garage apart, his new house looks just as you'd imagine an average 21-year-old's would. There's a relaxed approach to tidying, outrage at the cost of fitting the bedrooms with curtains ("50 quid! For curtains!"). The clues to the identity of the owner are subtle ones - a Team GB wash-bag in the bathroom, an Ordnance Survey map of the Dales lying half-unfolded by the toilet.

"I think that term made me a more balanced person," he says. "I lived a bit more of an ordinary life there, same as all the other students.

"It was strange - when you're in Australia it's big over there, the crowds recognise you and you can't walk far without being stopped and asking how you're doing. But then I flew back to Leeds three days later, and I was walking round Headingley and no-one had the faintest idea who I was. That was really nice - three days of that was probably enough for me."

We have looped through Burnsall, along the Wharfe valley and back through Ilkley and Otley. It's a long way from the , and a long time since I ate breakfast. On the last hill back up to Bramhope, the amateur legs turn to lead and the professionals pull away. If it's only been 50 miles, I'll claim it's a hilly one - 1300m of climbing. I'm only fooling myself.

"Fancy joining us for the aqua-jog?" asks Al. "You're alright," I say, as casually as I can while using the kitchen wall for support. "Train to catch." And buffet-car to raid. And carriage corridors to lie down in. Sometimes it's easy to see what separates world champions from the rest.