There is something about the simplistic nature of getting on a bike and just riding off.
I remember when the eldest two got their first bikes and I was so very pleased when they peddled off into the distance with a new sense of freedom, memories of my own childhood and how riding my bike was the greatest thing.
Then last year, when my youngest got a new bike and learnt to ride without stabilisers proudly following his brother and sister. My heart once again surged with pride. His legs going as fast as possible to keep up.
Boys and their bikes make the best photos too, at the weekend when Mikey wanted to go to the park for a ride after tea, after a dull and miserable day, I grabbed my camera and off we went. The late afternoon moody skies were perfect and I just loved the photographs I captured.