Bicycle-envy is what I’m currently suffering. Not because I long for the wind (and fumes) through my hair, or because I actually want to go anywhere, but because I came upon this Bicycle Repair Station yesterday – sorry, DELUXE Bicycle Repair Station. New things seem to keep popping up in London these days without warning or publicity.

As far as I can tell, not being and never having been, a cyclist, you hoist your bike up onto the two knobs at the top, which leaves you free to get to grips with the shiny new tools hanging below.

The tools look so exciting, I’m left wondering what else I could repair, not owning a bike. Do I have anything with tyres that need pumping up?

Anyway, it looks like a brilliant thing and maybe they’re all over the city and all over the country and every cyclist knows they’re there but I’ve never seen one and I thought you might not have, either.

I also came upon this lady, surrounded by pigeons.She was happily feeding them and happy for me to take her photo but didn’t fancy telling me why she was there, so left me to wonder: Is she lonely? Did she have a bird that died, leaving her sad and longing for avian company?, Does she fear the pigeons might starve? Is she a countess, fallen on hard times, used to the ballrooms of Vienna and now reduced to the society of pigeons?

I walked on, leaving her with her contentment and me with my phantasies.