Ride your bike with no destination once this summer. It’s the closest thing to flying you can do on a Tuesday.

Almost everything you do has a point attached, and that changes how it feels. Riding somewhere is transport; riding nowhere is the thing itself, and a bike at speed with nothing to arrive at is about as close to weightless as an ordinary afternoon gets. Nothing is being achieved, which is why it works.

Take an hour you would have spent indoors, get on the bike, and turn whichever way looks better at each corner. No route, no tracking app, no photo. Ride until you are tired, then come back; you will remember it longer than the afternoon it replaced.