Practice makes better.
So I may be slightly nuts. The lovely Mr LM offered me a choice between a cheap and cheerful preloved tenor or a new bike for my birthday. I've gone for the bike, and it will be arriving on Friday. Along with a childseat for my toddler. Given that my cycling career started 15 years ago at age 28 and finished at 29 when I moved house, without me having actually cycled on anything more demanding than a converted railway line, this is a bit scary. I've also booked some lessons with a local schools riding instructor, as I really want my girl to grow up with cycling being a normal way of getting around. Helmets will come this week, please wish me luck...