The school that no 2 daughter currently goes to in Brighton organised a sponsored cycle from Merstham to Brighton, and, although I am allegric to asking people to pay for something I'd do for my own pleasure, to routes waymarked with signs at every single junction and then some, and to compulsory helmets, we wanted to do it for her sake. So here are her and me:
So, in nostalgic mood, it gives me an excuse to reflect on other stages of kids on tandems:
A child not yet born on a tandem:
A rather young child (and a Godmother seizing an opportunity):
and a well padded child:
Then the tandem acquired kiddycranks:
Then, in fact, a second tandem appeared, ostensibly for school run purposes but we all know that's just an excuse:
And yes, some solo bikes did make an appearance too:
And occasionally, someone else's child appeared, my Cumbrian nephew being keener on Hardknot than my own children:
And now the tandem is devoid of kiddycranks again and I have an almost-adult on the back and it feels like the wheel has turned full circle and life has moved on.
. Or possibly
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