This is my granddaughter Natasha’s bicycle ……… and I am rather envious.
I have always harboured a dream of owning a similar bicycle …….. preferably a gorgeous old Pashley, with a wicker basket on the front.
In a perfect world, I would be cycling along a lane in glorious sunshine. Wearing a flowing flowery frock, with my dog Betty and a bunch of tulips in the basket ….. all smiles and peacefulness and bicycling bliss.
With my arthritic knees and general ‘knackeredness‘, the reality, I fear, would be somewhat different ……….