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A flock of little ‘fascists’…..

When out on a local circular ride around country lanes, I expect to be held up periodically by traffic, especially around the time of the school-run or the mad dash to and from work by commuters. But on today’s ride, something rather different happened……..

I headed into north Bedfordshire…..thurleigh

….and outside a farm near Thurleigh, I was stopped in my tracks by a flock of little ‘fascists’, goose-stepping their way across the road, heads held aloft, arrogantly ignoring the rights of other road users. I counted twelve as they waddled their way into a neighbouring field in search of……….well, food, I suppose.imag2539

 

The last day of the year….

Now tell me, is this the result of some alcohol-fuelled joke that took root after a long session in the pub, or is this a tiny glimpse of an “us and them” dividing line appearing in a small Northamptonshire village?

The Addingtons are very small communities. Outer Addington does not exist, except possibly in the minds of a small group of inhabitants who live on the edge of Great Addington. They have obviously declared UDI, are now boasting being twinned with the oil-rich state of Dubai, whilst big brother next door has obviously come off second best.IMAG1057IMAG1056

And please tell me what this is all about. What looks like a concrete podium, out in the country, part of which is covered by a substance that looks like white foam. (And before you suggest it….no, it’s not a stile!).IMAG1059

Borage…

The Crusaders quaffed borage in their stirrup cups before riding off to battle.

‘The Crusaders quaffed borage in their stirrup cups before riding off to battle’.

No matter where in the world I cycle, there is nothing quite like meandering the country lanes of home. This field of flowering borage re-connected me with the route I have just completed to Istanbul: the route of the First Crusade of 1096.

I wonder if their stirrup cups were filled with borage?