It has been a little while since I last posted. Not because I have nothing to write about, steadily grinding out the miles without incident, but possibly because I have been avidly following the blog of the BBC journalist, Caroline Wyatt, whose offerings are crafted with such clarity as she endures stem cell replacement treatment in a Mexican clinic to fight off the onset of MS. It makes my writing seem so inconsequential and impossible to match.
However, I have experienced the state of mind she has at the moment and reading her daily bulletins reminds me of those times. When I was first diagnosed with cancer, and after each subsequent setback, somehow my mind’s response was to banish all insignificant things to the recycle bin and make space in which to think and to concentrate on what and who is important. In a strange way it is a refreshing phase to go through and promotes creative thought.
Before anyone reads this, Caroline’s wellbeing will be less uncertain and hopefully more positive. One of her former assignments was as BBC Correspondent to Paris where, at that time, I worked at the British Embassy. One of my colleagues invited us to a salsa party which would involve being taught how to attempt a few basic steps and of course drinking a lot of alcohol. As luck would have it a friend with whom I worked, Severine, was, and is, an amazing salsa dancer so in order to get a bit of a head start she gave me an introductory lesson in the office. Severine is very polite but even she could not find anything to praise in my first efforts.
I am not sure how it happened but at the party I found myself at one point partnering Caroline. Maybe she had identified someone who would make her appear to be a potential winner of Strictly Come Dancing. Anyway, she survived the ordeal and I hope this experience has added to her resolve and given her new stem cells the strength to do their job.
Back to the cycling…
…well it has been everything but uneventful. I went a whole week with virtually no distance covered but far from feeling disappointed I just felt grateful that I survived without serious injury. Quite a few of my routes start with riding to Duxford via Hinxton, along a lane which features a ford across the River Cam. This day was cold, sub zero in fact. As I crossed the footbridge adjacent to the ford I noticed that ahead a van had gone off the road. The thought “I had better be careful, the road must be icy” formed in my head but I only got as far as “I had b” when I realised my saddle was no longer supporting me and I was falling. The impact was borne by the back of my head, or more accurately, by my helmet at the back of my head. I lay there in the middle of the road for a while trying to work out if I was OK. A van driver stopped to help me but as he approached me he too slipped on the sheet of black ice and hit the deck. Eventually I got up and retrieved my bike. My head ached and I felt sick so I reluctantly decided that it wouldn’t be a good idea to continue so I called Ros who came to pick me up. I just felt thankful that I had been wearing my helmet.
Two days later, fully recovered, I set off for Cambridge to meet up with an old friend, Christine for lunch.
I got barely 50 yards before I realised something was wrong and looking down I saw my gear cable hanging loose. It had snapped when I crashed so once again another cycle ride was curtailed.
I have been trying to make up for it since and have been clocking up the miles. Yesterday Ros dropped me off in Royston and I rode to Cambridge at a good speed along flat roads. There is a lot of mud on them at the moment, I think because it is the tail end of the sugar beet harvest and there has been little rain to wash it away. It’s not a lot of fun when the mud freezes as can be seen from the pictiure below.