We’ve had some adventures, Lily the bicycle and I. She has, without fuss, carried me across rocky fields, through knee-deep puddles, and along countless mud paths. We have commuted hundreds of miles across London, freewheeled to the bike shop with a broken chain, scratched and chipped her paint and left her in places £1,500 worth of bicycle probably shouldn’t be left. We’ve crossed the mighty Cairngorms together, scaled countless steep hills, and carried a shrub across Cornwall in her
