On Saturday, the girls and I took my packed-up bike to the truck that will take it up to Scotland. Once it was dropped off, the inevitability of this whole thing really sank in. Now the bike's on its way, I guess I have to go up and join it, don't I?
To stave off panic, I spent part of the weekend indoctrinating the next cycling generation. She is certainly her father's daughter: I remember taking off the training wheels and learning to ride as a very long, painful process. Dev took ten minutes for hysterics before she even started, ten minutes of my holding on to the bars to help her balance, and then she was off. And so, so pleased with herself!