As you might have guessed from the title, less of the C in this case means bicycle.... alas my staus of 'never having a bike nicked' virgin has come to an end. It's put a few things in perspective though. I'd decided to go to London for the weekend, and cycling through the city without the knowledge of cycle routes made me feel *extremely* grateful when cycle lanes did occur, and even more grateful for the relative peace of cycling in the countryside and Oxford. So it was with a sigh that I emerged from a stunning exhibition at the Tate Modern to see an empty place where my bike had been. Rats. Still, nothing irreplacable was lost to me, and even better it was covered by insurance. Phew.
Back to the practicals - an evening tinkering with spare bikes at home has proved successful, so I've got a bike to get me to the station, we've got our first bulk wholefood order in with some friends - so less shopping to do, and the last week cycling at night with the bright moon has been magical.