The Primrose Hill Diaries part 5

in which my daughter fights men for dogs

(A photo of the BT Tower, if you can see its tiny tip glowing like an alien spaceship between the treetops and the clouded moon.)

When I was a kid, possibly just into my teens, I went on a bike ride that got out of hand.  We lived in a village in the suburbs of York, having moved there from a much more rural one, and I knew the way into town.

But for som…