Light rain as I set off on my short daily ride, I can not hope to explain in words how the action of cycling is for me, for it is as natural and necessary as breathing in and out. It is hard to explain the Zen-like quality that comes through the constant rhythmic turning of pedals. There are days when beating into a headwind saps the strength from one’s legs, others when rain, cold as ice, seeps into every nook and cranny, (running out of your arse, as dad would have put it). However, once home, showered and changed, the exhilaration of the ride is doubly felt.
“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.”
Today was a good day.
Tried out the new cycle top that I received as a present yesterday, I am not a lycra cyclist but it was good to have rear pockets once more for a water bottle and banana, encouraging me to take on a few extra miles today.
There has been a constant stream of large water tankers passing my window over the past week, today cycling into Strathkinness I was held up as one of these tankers was reversing into a farm entrance, Ah so that is where they are taking all this water. The weather has not been such that all the reservoirs in Scotland have dried out so possibly repair work is being carried out cutting off the main water supply. Still, I have to wonder how much of this ‘Very Expensive’ water is being flushed down the loo.
The last day of the Open (I believe) so the many roads that have been closed off to normal traffic will reopen once more. While out cycling I saw helicopters flying in and out of St Andrews, looks as if they are running a shuttle service into Edinburgh airport.
Harvest is almost upon us, fields carpets of flowers from potato and pea fields, the
Bramble flowers have gone so fruit forming on the brambles bushes by the hedgerows, there is nothing like the taste of homemade Bramble jelly – a lot of work gathering, and cooking, separating juice from berry before you can even think about the start of Bramble jelly making, but well worth the effort, there is no taste quite like it in the world, maybe I should try making some this year.
The light rain has sharpened the perfume of the wild rose as I pass something that you will never get passing in a car.
Yes, this has been a good day.