The unfordable ford

We all love to hear of other people’s misfortunes. It’s what fuels village gossip and sells newspapers, after all. If ever you have been admitted to hospital for a ‘procedure’, when you discover there are others in a much worse condition than you, you suddenly feel so much better about your own circumstances. Gore Vidal once said: “It is not enough to succeed; others must fail”.  ‘Schadenfreude’ is almost a sin of envy in reverse……and we are all guilty of it.

Yesterday, I tried to ford the ‘unfordable’. I was cycling back from Cambridge (where I had been attending a writer’s course at the Fitzwilliam Museum) and took a back road around Hail Weston, just 5 miles from home, where there is one of those picturesque little fords over the river Kym (an innocent little river that meanders lazily down towards the Great Ouse).

I would normally dismount and carry my bike over the footbridge but, stupidly, a split-second decision saw me heading into the ford, which was covered by a mere three inches of water………in other words, eminently ‘fordable’. Innocent though the water level looked, lurking beneath that shimmering sheen was a slimy green surface that was waiting patiently to catch unsuspecting cyclists like me. As I entered the water, too late to do otherwise, I knew I had made the wrong decision……….

Apparently, some cyclists make it to the other side unscathed.

Like the black ice that brought me off my bike three years ago (when I broke my femur) the slime took the bike from under me and left me sprawling on the deck, three inches of the River Kym happily lapping over my prostration and enveloping my bike in a malicious caress, intent on sweeping us both down to the confluence of the two rivers.

During the brief second it took to fall, I had an alarming flashback to the black ice incident that had put me out of action for several months, and I lay there cursing my own stupidity. Adrenalin immediately kicked in. I hauled myself out, climbed over the bridge, and before I set off, I saw a dog-walker about to enter the water in his wellington boots. I shouted to him: “Take care…’s treacherous underfoot”. Once he had uncoupled himself from his earphones, he shouted back: “I know……but most people don’t!”. As I cycled off, leaving a pool of water in my wake, I muttered to myself: “So why weren’t you there to tell me in my hour of need?”.

This time, I luckily escaped with a bruised hip and grazed elbow……………and, of course, a certain amount of damage to my pride!


About Frank Burns

Looking for the extraordinary in the commonplace………taking the road less travelled……..striving for the ‘faculty of making happy chance discoveries’ in unremarkable circumstances. Click on the Personal Link below to visit my webpages.

Posted on July 12, 2012, in Aspects of Britain, Cycling UK and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Frank,
    I’ve fallen in there once already this year! No damage done to me or bike. Actually as I was soaked already I took the opportunity to give the bike a good rinse before I got out!

  2. I usually walk over but ventured through last week – back wheel slipped and I thought I was a goner. I’m not doing that again! In fact a narrow bike ramp over the bridge (as at Eaton Socon weir) would be a big help – I can feel a letter to the council coming on….

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Matildas Musings

A blog written by Matilda - the "old lady" classic tandem - and her Musings about her adventures, trials and tribulations with the "old git" and Chief Pilot, aka Colin and the "old gal" and Chief Stoker (as well as Chief Engineer) aka Diane.

Fit Recovery

Stay Clean Get Fit

Northern Walker

Lightweight backpacking, hillwalking and bicycle touring adventures in Northern England and Scotland

Looking For 42

Traveling the world looking for the meaning for life (and whatever else I might find along the way)

Off The Beaten Path

All contents ©2018 Compass Cycles.

Bike 5

Five miles or less? Bikes are best!


KITESURFING, CYCLING, SUP: ramblings, idiocy and not much more

Cycling Dutch Girl

the only certainty is change


On a bicycle from coast to coast across the USA

Self Propelled

Self propelled adventures through life; blogging on cycling, touring, micro-adventures, general shenanigans, and environmental news


Cycling across Europe, Cornwall to Munich

The Vicious Cycle

A man searches for between leg shavings

2 l o v e c y c l i n g

It's about cycling ... and other travels

There And Back Again

Life at 15 miles per hour

As Easy As Riding A Bike

Well it should be, shouldn't it?

Bike Around Britain

Blog on cycling around the coast of Britain

David Noble's Blog

Life, Loves and Living


The Weston Front - the destination of a road less travelled...

The Innocent Bikestander

It can be better

Bike, Banjo & Baby

They go together so well

Something for Kiki and the Pok

the adventures of Christopher Yardin - by plane, bike, through a lens, or the eyes of a child


Cycling Blog

Richard Tulloch's LIFE ON THE ROAD

Travel adventures on wheels and legs


................."Cherry picking the nicest places in the world to cycle"

Gippsland Granny

Musings from Metung

Serendipities of life

Taking the road less travelled

I Do Not Despair

When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race. ~H.G. Wells

Tom’s Bike Trip

Adventures and experiments in two-wheeled travel

All Seasons Cyclist

Real World Product Reviews For Avid Cyclists

machacas on wheels

Taking the road less travelled

%d bloggers like this: