Despite my moaning last night, it was really nice to be back on my bike this morning. It had been torture watching all the scooters zipping around Sicily and not being able to have a go. I've always loved being on wheels, from the age of eight when I went to bed the afternoon before my birthday because I couldn't wait to get my rollerboots.
I was tempted at one point to hire one but realised it would mean almost certain death. I've never ridden a scooter before, but have always planned to get one when my knees wear out from all the cycling.
I need to wait for a while yet. If only because I need the exercise of cycling. Even though I have the perfect little parking spot in my front garden. And look at this lovely bike. I'm definitely thinking a coffee coloured scooter. With a vintage pale blue helmet.