Last time I went home I bought back with me my beloved bicycle.
I had her at University and would cycle everywhere. So I decided that the only way to beat my commuting woes was to bring her down to London and brave the roads.
So far, it has gone well. I’m still alive for a start, which is a relief. I’ve had a few scary moments, but believe it or not they have been with other cyclists. Also, having seen at least two cycling accidents since moving here, I have donned a rather un-fetching helmet. But, as my mother would tell me frequently on family walks when I was 15 and down right refused to wear wellingtons – ‘this is not a fashion parade Rosie!’ So, the ugly helmet it is then.
And, it only takes me 20 minutes to get to work. Screw you 55!