No matter what happens, and lots of things happen, there is nothing quite like the feeling you get when you look up at the Radcliffe Camera and it is late at night and the square is empty and the sky is patchy and the city is hushed, but full of possibility.

Other re-discoveries: I am after all my father’s daughter. I find that even the long, dull ride to work is made thrilling by putting extra speed into my pedaling. I like the wind on my face and I arrive wherever I’m headed breathless, slightly sweaty, full of misplaced energy. I can make even my beautiful, dignified, black Dutch girl’s bike with its four subtle gears go fast.