With unlimited exercise now allowed in parts of the UK, three writers venture outside to explore their local neighbourhoods
Since the lockdown began almost two months ago, I’ve been off the bike other than for weekly shopping trips and short rides around the block with my young children. As with many cyclists, I turned to an indoor (static) trainer to keep my legs moving. But it’s a poor substitute. Yes, you sit on the saddle, hold the handlebars and turn the pedals, but that’s where the similarity ends. Instead of the lightness of being that comes from riding a bike, you have to endure futile pedalling, profuse sweating and a profound and spirit-sapping boredom. The latest home trainers offer online access and have a display of virtual roads to ride, mountains to climb and other people to race – but it never compares to the real thing.