I used to cycle a a fair bit.
When I lived in Bristol, I cycled to work every day. And I would explore miles of Avon's countryside or urban tracks. After I moved back to Leeds I continued to cycle to work; my weekly journey increased in distance two-and-a-half times, but I would sometimes catch the bus or the train if the weather was bad in the mornings (I hate sitting all day in wet clothes). On weekends when Gemma was at work, I would explore miles of Yorkshire countryside or urban tracks.
But after we moved to our current house, I immediately stopped cycling to work, and eventually for a hobby. The centre of the city was now so close that I could easily walk to work; Gemma finished work to study and so no longer left me to entertain myself at weekends. And of course when Olive came along, my chance and inclination to go riding for a whole day was much reduced.
Since going to Centre Parcs earlier this year, the embers of the two-wheeled getaway have been stoked. Conversely, I became bikeless at that time due to the terminal failure of my trusty mountain bike.
Now, I've just bought a new bike. Last Friday, instead of walking home, I hopped on the airport bus and alighted at Kirkstall. Due to lack of stock at the much closed Killingbeck store, I had to pick up my new Apollo Phaze (urgh!) from the other side of town. At least this meant a slightly longer, slightly more uphill ride home - more practice for the rides we're going to be having with Andrew and Michelle.
I've had time so far only to fit a bracket for Olive's seat, which means Gemma and I can share, or that father and daughter can go out for the day together. I need to get a stand, and I may think about getting a bike computer.