I am a cyclist. Been cycling since I was eleven.I biked to Intermediate School, then to Grammar School, and in my late teens to Teachers Training College. Now I’m retired. But I still have that energy and that enthusiasm to ride. I feel secure, on the trail there’s no traffic about me. Now that I’mContinue reading “It’s Battery Assisted.”
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We Could Be Friends
But I’ve called him Dennis. Dennis after Dennis Glover “And quardle oodles ardle The Magpies said”. We met, well, I saw him, riding my bike ride on our cycle trail. Sorry, I was riding the bike, Dennis was aloft. At first he would swoop down from high up in the tree, quarkling and oodling justContinue reading “We Could Be Friends”
Pedalling into Spring
Oatmeal, coconut shreds, cinnamon flour and more – initial preparations for apple crumble on the way ~ as is a bike ride. New morning, new buds, enthusiasm and soon the crisp air will be warmer, and time to go cycling. A cycle trail free of traffic. There are greetings from fellow cyclists (mainly oldies likeContinue reading “Pedalling into Spring”
NoMyCat Chatty. He comes up in the morning to enjoy the sun on our front porch. Familiar. Too soon he jumps onto my knee for affection. I am won over by his diesel like purr and snuggles. The downside Our bird feeder is deserted. Instinct. Like that fear I have when there’s no wing mirrorContinue reading
Why Do I Do This ?
Market Day. I know most people,A brief welcome chat. Sometimes news, often a wry mutter about the weather.Weather . . . Huh!Too windy for a bike ride ~ well, when riding out of town, with the wind behind, “Whoomph!” Coming home, grunt, pushAnd muttering, (Why do I do this?) Post your answers to:Grumpy Cyclist, ThamesYou couldContinue reading “Why Do I Do This ?”
Under the Redwoods.
Redwood trunks, straight , rising up and beyond sight.SilenceMy steps are barely heard on the forest floor.No birdsound ! And a rare delight – I don’t know where I am! Other people, ‘older’ like me, are always ready for a chat. Many are dog walkers. And there are dogs of many breeds and sizes. AtContinue reading “Under the Redwoods.”
When I Was Six
Yes, when I was six years old I learned to ride a two wheel bike. It was borrowed – balance, bravery and bruises. Now I am eighty six. I ride an E Bike. I bought it – for balance, There’s a wee bit of fear but so far no bruises. “Well you’re doing alright!” Insulting?Continue reading “When I Was Six”
That first coffee
The day has started, I’ve that that zip, that flair of enthusiasm. But, oh! The noise! Excellent coffee grinder, excellent hearing aids. Through the kitchen window I see sparrows feeding. Wild bird seed (and yesterday’s left over scones) On the days when I’m late I see them staring up at our kitchen window. Guilt. HowContinue reading “That first coffee”
Best storm we’ve had for a long time. Crack of thunder Bedroom lit up in a flash Turmoil, vibration,wonderful. People downtown comparing notes – dogs that couldn’t give a toss Dogs that did And for me A,strange feeling of calmness All night A joy to be part of it Water, lots of it, for aContinue reading
It’s My Folding E Bike
It folds in half I can tuck it in the back of my car And follow my grandkids when the they go mountain biking. Follow them for a while. Dangerous stuff mountain biking. For a grandpa. Grandpas topple over easily enough without the help of tree roots, ruts in the path and the slippery bits.Continue reading “It’s My Folding E Bike”
