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).
One inevitable thing with the passage of time is that we will age. Not only do we slow down and become less able but our past lives begin to catch us up. At the same time that this slow degradation occurs we lose confidence and our ability to make changes lessens. Things that would have been a breeze a while back become major challenges.
Michele has wanted to cycle in Scotland for as long as I have known her. That was the driving force behind us wending our way up the M5/M6 in a Ford KA with two cycles strapped to the back. This less than ideal situation is the motoring equivalent of attaching a parachute to your car to see how it affects performance. Needless to say that we were in no hurry to get there. The little car performed well above expectation although the fuel consumption suffered a fair bit.
Last week was a bit like a sandwich, two slices of life with a nice filling in the middle. The reduced capacity to work forms I’ve been filling in for the government body Atos had to be completed and that meant appointments with doctors, therapists, and citizens advice in order to make that happen. It also meant a whole lot of stress as I fight to justify my illness once again.