LAST week I went back up to London for the first time since a year last February. With lockdowns and working from home, I haven’t needed to go. But as life begins to get back to (the new) normal, I found myself waiting for a delayed departure once more (never change, South West Trains). Fifteen months in the country had left me full bumpkin-mode and I was nervous about going up. I decided I didn’t want to go on the underground if I could avoid it. As such, I dusted down my fold up bike, which I took with me, to cycle across the city centre to my meeting.