Old Urbanism?

Having ridden three times in the last eight days, finding sufficient analogy to my reading of Peter Ackroyd to broach manifold topics while cycling with the Missus. It was certainly then unique to cycle out alone today, finding solace in the sun, the proliferation of political signs and the signs of relative urban despair. There is a slow motion crisis of undereducation in this burg, cycling yields both an intimacy with such as well as the means of extrication.