There are bikes everywhere in London now. If you are not from here, it is because there is a new amazing scheme of thousands of public cycles for anyone to use. It's really wonderful.
Speaking of which, back in March last year, I posted about this kid's bike we saw leaning against the river wall down on the foreshore at very low tide. The other day I was surprised to see it still there. I don't know why I should be - it looks like it is from the seventies and may have stood there since in spite of a hundred thousand tides. I like the polite way it is parked against the wall - almost as if its young owner has just popped off to do something - a wee perhaps - and will be back in a minute.
Well, they never did come back - or haven't yet.
For absolutely no apparent reason, apart from general musing on time passing, this reminded me of one of my favourite quotes. It is by Orson Welles from 'F for Fake' (surely one of the greatest of his forgotten films). It always cheers me up:
"Our works in stone, in paint, in print are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes.
A fact of life: we're going to die.
"Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past.
"Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it?"Go on singing!""