As we travelled from house to house, I began to notice that the cycling fever was beginning to spread to the outskirts of our family.
Christmas time saw gifts of bikes given to our nieces and nephews, which we complimented with a helmet for each of them. Of course I was over the moon about this, because it meant that CH was finally eager to become involved in the sometimes difficult task of gift shopping. As soon as he saw helmets on the 'to buy' list he was onto it.
CH has managed to convince his Father to also try his luck on a bike, which he is loving, apart form his uncomfortable helmet - so another helmet was jotted down on the Christmas wish list, which CH promptly took care of.
It was then on to Sydney for me, where I was greeted by my brother in law in a full Lycra kit after his commute home form work!! I couldn't help but have a glance to see if the legs were shaved (they weren't - no doubt next time they will be hairless though - he has begun the slippery slope into the depths of cycling culture).
Last but not least, after running alongside my nephew while he zipped about on his balance bike, he then joined us for dinner wearing only the essentials - knickers and a helmet.
Oh how proud CH would be!
