Unlike the black cab drivers of London, who know every street, turn and dead-end in their own city, I have the memory of a goldfish when it comes to navigation, second-guessing how on Earth to get around the city I live in.
To remedy this, I have utilised the tried-and-tested method of strapping my smartphone to my bike and booting up a map app. Sure, it works, but not only am I scared for the safety of the device, it is also surprisingly unintuitive, sending me up huge hills, or down roads that are simply
