So it is the second day of my 30 days of bicycling pledge and today I am doing something really quite brave and also quite scary, in fact I am facing quite a few firsts... First time traveling with my bike on the train by myself (as I typed that my bike fell over and hit an off duty ticket conductor, sigh) Anyway I was about to add, only my second ever trip on the train with a bike, God this trains bumpy! And there appears to be nowhere to wedge bikes. Also my first time cycling in London. Alone. And my first time riding in a velodrome. Right so on to the velodrome... I have been asked to take part in a HLF funded documentary about female cyclists, celebrating the history of Herne Hill velodrome. The plan is for me to cycle round in costume, while being asked questions, should be interesting... So the Pashley and I trundle along to London and head out to Herne Hill, the journey went fairly smoothly, And I discovered that a bike can travel by escalator, we also enjoyed the view of the Thames and London bridge through the windows of our cramped train. Arriving safety at Herne Hill, I was met by Charlotte, the films director. I spend the afternoon, cycling round and round answering questions in a range of different costumes. Thankfully the sun came out and it was almost warm for my summer 1940s dress, almost, if you concentrated REALLY hard. I loved cycling on the track, though the banking took a little getting used to, it helped having the track to myself all afternoon, well almost... Charlottes peddled Nick, the camera man in a wheelchair bicycle beside me. It was while doing just this, with me trussed up in a full Edwardian cycling costume and being filmed on a Bolex 16mm that we had an uninvited addition to the shot, in the form of a naked young man running along side me, naked but for his converse trainers, yes, our film had its own streaker, we had hit the big time. See I told you it was almost warm! The first ray of sunshine and we all go mad and strip naked. Anyway, I now had a proper fit of the giggles which is never a good idea while cycling in a corset. And to think i thought i was being risque in my summer dress, flashing my stocking tops in true old school Cambridge style, totally outdone by a naked dude... All in all my second day of 30 days of bicycling was a great adventure, how am I going to top that tomorrow? Although I should have topped off my evening with the second half of the Tour de France documentary, when I spotted my favorite film of all time on iplayer, research went out the window, oh how I love "one of our dinosaurs is missing" amazing!