Summer holidays can feel like they go on forever and, towards the end of it, the days just seem to repeat themselves. So, after being strapped in a pram for weeks, endless play dough sessions, never-ending rolling around in blankets, curtains and laundry and working nightshifts building things with bricks, my son had just had enough. Was there nothing better to do?
I love cycling. I’d commuted to work for over 7 years in London before I had children and I loved the freedom and flexibility it gave me. Having children was joyous, but it was a big change – prams, napping and the safety of something so small meant cycling was on hold for a bit. However, once my daughter got bigger and more robust I was happy to gain a second hand wee-rider seat and start going places again. We did it, and it was fun!