on bikes in the summer

I love Summer, but I definitely have a romanticised view of it, of the Summer and the city at least. While I’d like to imagine myself riding through the streets of Glasgow on a bike in heels a la Baba, I instead find myself with my jacket slung over my bag and taking off my tights by the roadside. I have designs of being fabulous and bike riding before the Summer’s out – though it’s doubtful it will be a city adventure…..I imagine it will happen when visiting family, so either up the farm road or by the sea. It sounds far more fantastic than it will turn out to be, but I’m sure if I throw in some Fentimans lemonade and a picnic basket I can make it bearable.