Andy & Xel Bullock.

For a while now I have been taking our two girls and our friend’s son to school on cargo bikes. People who know me will know I have a bit of a passion for the simple life on two wheels and the benefits this brings. And as we are on a bit of a necessary hiatus in our ‘Coconuts’ courier business, finding another use for the bikes in the mean time has been reassuring and satisfying. Except on this past Monday. It started well, as I began to gladly glide away on the electric assisted bike, choosing the bigger closed box one due to the wind and threat of rain. I was reflecting a little on the encouraging sermon I had shared the day before with our congregation, as we prepare to step out, carrying the presence of God and bringing the love of Jesus to the local Southsea area this year. Not the right response “Do you have seats in that bike?”, asked our younger daughter’s lovely older nursery teacher as I handed over my child. Before I knew it, after completing the successful drop off, I was on the defensive, stating that, yes, not only do I have