Well, yesterday I 'pulled up my big girl's pants', got into my little Fiesta and drove the thirteen miles over to the supermarket. Surprisingly, the 'knack' had never left me, and it all seemed to be fairly straightforward. No cyclists about (a working day) and very few cars on the road.
Parking was trouble-free, and I got back to my village with the groceries feeling very triumphant!
Neighbour made me a celebratory cup of tea, and I now feel I can do this every week.