At last the weather seems to be picking up slowly. The drenching storms that have bombarded the UK since Christmas are, at least for the time being, backing away. We can begin to anticipate warmer and longer days as the flowers poke their heads up above ground level in a display of colour that always lifts my heart and soul. Winter is slowly leaving us.
The winter Olympics is upon us with all the glamour, glitter, expectation of success, and the painful failures that occur under its banner. People fight their own bodies and minds for that one moment when they can lay down the performance of their lives. Some achieve that moment and others fall at the last hurdle. Some know they are at their personal peak just by getting there and some rise to the occasion returning to their homelands as sporting superstars. I love it and lap it up in a way that is just as strong as when I was young myself. Being from a sporting background I appreciate the levels of commitment that go into daring to reach for the stars in terms of performance.
For weeks the weather here in Devon has battered us with high winds and rain. Short interludes have provided the only opportunities to ride and I haven’t always been able to take advantage of them for all manner of reasons. I managed a run to Okehampton just over a week ago and the benefits of that were immediately clear.
For the last four years I’ve entered winter with a good idea of what I would be doing in the coming summer. For the first time since starting my project Riding2Recovery this is not the case. In the autumn I worked towards a goal of putting together a ride that would see me travelling around the south-west of the UK in 2014, giving talks, and leading a series of rides that would encourage new riders to get out and enjoy their cycles. Prior to Christmas it was obvious that I wasn’t going to raise the level of support and help from others that I would need to give the project the green light and so I rather reluctantly shelved it for the time being.
Way back I was asked to give a talk in Bristol. I agreed readily and looked forward to another chance to speak passionately about something I believe in that has helped to change my life. That talk took place last thursday evening at the Roll for the Soul Cafe close to Bristol city centre.
London isn’t a place I’ve visited too much. In fact I haven’t been for decades. That isn’t because I don’t like it. It’s more the case of the expense involved than anything else. Boarding a train last Sunday I felt good about it. The bustle of a big city can be alluring, especially when it’s the nation’s capital that you are heading for.
I last wrote about my experiences of learning to ride a recumbent bike and my reasons for doing that. Since then, and like any person wishing to know more, I’ve spent time on webpages reading and exploring ideas. This is all well and good but the more I looked the more I found myself drawn to the weird and wonderful world of trikes: three-wheeled cycles which are often known as HPV’s (Human Powered Vehicles).