It's our ritual on Sunday mornings when we can't stand it in the hut any longer. We quickly put on some clothes, pack a water bottle and bananas and off we go: on this sunny morning, we chase along a few easy single trails and end up at an animal enclosure. Ducks glide across a pond, we watch a bored donkey bored and a mouse digging.

On the way back, my son suddenly says: "I didn't have Corona on my mind". For a moment, I don't know what he means. Then I realize. I remember that thanks to our bike tour, I had a mini vacation from the scary things going on in the world. That I had completely forgotten that a virus was spreading everywhere, even around the corner - and that our everyday lives were being increasingly and severely restricted to protect us from it. On our return to civilization, reality hits us with full force and when we get home, we wash our hands. I can't wait to experience the next time out on my mountain bike.