I'd been at the post office and had locked the bike to the stands on the corner of a light-controlled crossroads. While I was unlocking and bungeeing, an old lady stopped and asked me if I'd see her across the road at the next green man. So I did. She was pretty good on her feet with a stick but I couldn't let her take my arm and push the bike at the same time so she held onto the bike while I pushed it. She's 83 and she saved up to buy her first bike when she was 14 and it cost her £14 and she used to go whizzing down the hill past the boys' school feeling really cool on her bike. But she doesn't ride one anymore because her balance isn't good.
And I hope my good deed will go some way to counterbalance the half dozen cyclists who came whizzing through the junction when the lights were red and the man was green.
