Children come with a disproportionate amount of crap. For something so small, the necessary paraphernalia required to sustain these tiny individuals for long enough to leave the house is almost inconceivable. Simply venturing over the threshold of the front door requires volumes of equipment non-parents would consider sufficient for several weeks at sea. All of which means that the first port of call for new families is a trip to the friendly gold-chain-adorned used-car salesman. Gone is the stylish yet highly impractical 2 seater beach-buggy – you can’t stick a stroller in that. The new wheels of choice: a faceless, generic, isofix-enabled-5-star-safety-rated-high-riding MPV. Conveniently in baby vomit beige. Stoked.
And cycling anywhere, let alone to the beach? Not an option. Definitely no longer viable. Leisurely cruising to the coast producing nothing more than a few beads of sweat safe in the knowledge that you won’t have to compete with those less environmentally considerate beachgoers for parking spaces won’t become a possibility until the kids have flown the nest. In 20 years’ time. Still stoked.