Well the nannies of Australia certainly have us well-trained.
On holiday to the UK a few weeks ago, my family (husband, the 12 and 14 year-old and I) hired bikes to take off for a spin to enjoy the glorious sights of autumn in Hyde Park. (The scene was idyllic. Complete with cheeky grey squirrels fossicking for acorns. I thought my daughter would expire from Extreme Cuteness Exposure.)
Despite the cavalcade of cyclists whizzing by without helmets, I wasn’t going to risk a fine. I had to ask the three English Bobbies strolling by: “Excuse me, do we have to wear a helmet here?”