You will know that I have a ‘thing’ about cycling. I suppose we could shimmy left and think about what it is – maybe the mechanical almost-perfection and simplicity of a bicyle; or maybe it’s a way of revisiting childhood cycling; or perhaps there’s a freedom thing about it and a way of working off the adrenalin. So there’s the hybrid in the garage, the Brompton in the car ready for instant use – oh and half a tandem left behind in Ireland. So the bishop’s wife and I took ourselves down the former branch line from Leuchars to St Andrews – now part of National Cycle Route 1 – today including a crossing of the fairway for the 18th at St Andrews.
But I would rather have been carrying the Brompton in procession at the Blessing of the Bicycles at our St Mary’s Cathedral in Glasgow. But I am sure they got on fine without me. I wonder what the hymns were?