Cycling, Art and Life in the North East of England

Looking at the rain and longing for the sunshine

Cycling for Arts Sake Blog
Cycling for Arts Sake Blog

So I’m sat bundled up in bed, electric blanket on to keep me warm, and some snoring furry beasties for company. Through the window, I can see a heavy persistent looking rain falling from a dark overcast sky. All in all a miserable day and given how I’m not feeling well, I think it’s best to stay in bed.

April is certainly living up to its reputation of sunshine and showers, although at the moment it seems to be changing day by day rather than hour by hour. That said last week we had a couple of consecutive days when it was nice and warm, allowing me to get out for some short rides.

Cycling for Arts Sake
Cycling for Arts Sake

The idea of a ‘short ride’ was one I kept thinking about one the second day. I’d decided to go a bit further than on the previous day and to also take my camera. A couple of posts ago I talked about my ‘first ride’ last year and how much 2 miles took out of me. This year I’m going much further, even after a break at the end of winter enforced by the weather and a bout of illness, but I’m riding for different reasons. Now I use my bike for shopping trips, going further with my shopping than those early rides, and take even longer rides just for fun. So it was last Friday that I set off in the sunshine, no particular route or destination in mind.

My bike 'Michaela' posing on the footbridge over the local dual carriageway
My bike ‘Michaela’ posing on the footbridge over the local dual carriageway

Living on a hill I have two choices when I set off, uphill or downhill, but for some reason, I always seem to go up. Is this a common choice I wonder? Perhaps somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I think I’m getting the hard bit over with. At the top of the hill, I’m at the highest point in the local area with only one exception a few miles away, but I wouldn’t be going in that direction as I knew the cycle route would be a muddy bog from all the recent rain. Instead, I rode through a small industrial estate and out into the local countryside. On my way back I took a different route, pausing at a footbridge over the local dual carriageway, cars and lorries screaming beneath me as I stood and watched them for a while.

Pausing briefly when riding through the local dene.
Pausing briefly when riding through the local dene.

Then it was back into town and a quick detour through the local dene. I love riding through the dene but don’t tend to do it often on my own as I usually feel far too vulnerable, but the sunshine was making me brave. Then, reluctantly, I turned back and headed for home. I might not ride the most miles, or even go very fast, but I don’t need to for cycling to enhance my life. Now if only this rain would stop, the sun start to shine and these painkillers do their job.

 



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