Legs replace wheels…..
As I reflect on our curtailed tandem trip along the Rhine, and await a definitive diagnosis of the scaphoid bone at the fracture clinic timorrow, some routines have to be maintained, but adapted to the circumstances. Since climbing on the bike is not an option, the great outdoors is now enjoyed on two legs, and the shift in pace brings different perspectives as I climb out of the village across recently ploughed fields, and lose sight of civilisation for a hour or so.
The wolds in these parts are not high, but high enough to give panoramic views of the village and surrounding countryside, with its castle at one end and the church at the other. If I’d had a pair of field glasses, I might have peered into my old teaching room at the castle.
I have memories from my teaching days of looking out of my windows and seeing walkers (like me, but more often with a dog) wending their way across the fields, negotiating crops and small footbridges, and frequently envying their freedom and apparently care-free lives, while I was still ploughing the furrow of earning a living. Now I am one of those walkers…..and I now sometimes pass my former teaching room, look up at the window and quietly say to myself: ‘and I’m not there’.