Summer is here once more! The world finally steps out of the harsh shadow cast by that tyrant, Spring (lets face it, Spring is not like the poems and stories of old, all lambs jumping and grass growing. No, Spring is rain. All the bloody time. Miserable wet rain). The birds are now all singing their merry songs, beer gardens get to be pleasant places to sit again, and all the girls start wearing very little. Summer is here.
At this juncture I could point out that my job requires me to sit between the walls of a huge cave-esque building under neon tubes of fake light, while the rest of you folk dance and drink and bask under the loving rays of Mr Sun (no, not Yoshimoto Sun the Japanese entrepreneur, but rather the life giving Sun up on high who bathes us all with golden goodness) and sip all manner of alcoholic beverages to heighten the already exultant mood. But no. I will not go down that path. I will not moan or gripe or grumble in this post, the Sun lightens the mood and will not permit it. And besides, having read through my last blog, there was enough acidity and complaining to fill up the yearly quota on sourness.
I have recently purchased a mode of transport that will allow me to fully appreciate this wonderful season- the pride of Victorian England, the cheapest way to travel, friend to the environment: the humble bicycle. Well, maybe I shouldn't call it humble, the thing cost enough. Two wheels, an open road and a passion for the grand green canvas known in many walks of life as 'the country'. I can almost smell the fresh air as my mind pictures cycling through lush valleys filled with the sounds of nature. And then i remember I live in England and have to be content with the ceaseless thunder of cars and the unforgiving stench of exhaust fumes (Sorry, moaning again. Will try and curb it as much as possible but it just comes naturally).
The bike in question is a fantastic touring chap, a Kona Sutra 2008. Blue, for those that want to know. I would include pictures, but that may elevate this blog post from 'pointless' to 'really sad'. Maybe next time.
After a journey from the bustle of Manchester to the quaintness of Marsden, it is now a matter of some importance to invest in a few cycle accessories. Like a map. Got horribly lost at most points, and created more of a zig-zag route than a straight line. Also need a helmet to keep mothers consternation's down and possibly to avoid death.
