Thursday, May 21, 2009
This afternoon, I intended to have a nice leisurely ride, around the Wolds.
When I set off the sky was dark, with heavily laden storm clouds.
Unable to hold its weight, the seeping rain poured out, blowing horizontally across my path.
It has been like this for days and I have not been best pleased.
Im am sure that its natures way to intimidate me, into a life of sedentary slovenliness.
I pedalled on undeterred, looked up to the Sky and bellowed 'YOU CAN F**K RIGHT OFF!!!!'
Any observers looking on might have thought that I am 'slightly mad', or 'eccentric', which I prefer.
I must confess that this scenario is often played out in other similar circumstances.
Whenever I get money out of the cash dispenser, I always say 'thank you'. Not once, but twice.
The second time, when the machine gives me my card back. (Maybe that one is out of relief)
When my computer bleeps at me, I apologise profusely, and of course when Addy (My bike ) is good, I encourage him.
Anyway after cursing vehemently at the sky, things abruptly changed.
The sky, realising that it had just had a 'right good telling off' smiled at me.
The rain stopped, the wind calmed down, and the clouds dissolved like sugar in a nice cup of Tea. I smiled back, It seemed appropriate, and I took off my coat, as if I were entering someones house.
The warmth of the sun caressed me, and I was soon turned on by life, and the inspiration of Nature.
My afternoon jaunt turned into a beautiful 58 mile ride. An energetic, and inspirational piece of pedal turning
'The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself'- William Blake, 1799, The Letters