|'Peewit or plover'|
|'The april-showers that fortunately missed me!|
On my bike!
taken me a long time to get my bike out of the cellar, but this year not due to
the cold weather that put me off this year, and tiredness. I must be getting
soft in my old age!
seemed to be in deep winter during the chilly days before I set off to England,
with even some snow still fluttering down now and then. It was not at all the sort
of weather to put me in the mood for a forty-minute ride to work.
as I returned to Germany in mid-April I brought one neglected bike out of the
darkness of the cellar and spruced it up for spring and prepared it for long
journeys. Then I wrapped it up and waited for a bit of warmth in the air!
Watching the weather
I watched the thermometer before I decided what to wear. Early each morning I
asked myself whether it would it be my nice clothes and a hop on the tram or my
cycling gear and a hop on the bike?
not until Friday 27th, almost the end of April, that I took the plunge. The temperature
rose from three degrees on Tuesday morning to twenty-three on Friday, so off I
lovely to feel the air on my face and watch the countryside fly past. Even in
the city, where I cycled down streets that I have not travelled since December,
there were many changes to be seen.
that the temperature will stay in the mid-twenties for long but I think that
the frosty mornings may now be behind us. This will probably be the last month
in which I spend money on the expensive ticket for the public transport system,
until I dig deep in my pocket again next December.
trams and buses have been very busy over the past few weeks, some days on the
return trip being full to bursting. It was therefore a real treat on Friday to be out
in the fresh air communing with nature.
the extra time that I get to read when I travel on public transport, but I
think that I enjoy even more the time spent communing with nature on my bike.
not only nature that excites me, I also enjoy all the action at the airport where
I love to stop to watch the aircraft taking off and landing just above my head.
I love to dream of being up there. I sometimes think about making a spontaneous
decision to jump on a flight that would take me home for the day instead of to
not done it yet. Instead, as I did on Friday, I watch the herons fly to their
fishing grounds, smell the spring in the hedgerows, hear the peewit or plover
in the still short cornfield with the skylarks twittering above. At dusk I will
stop in silence, as I did this week, in hope of catching the hares in
action. Observing a spring boxing-match is a treat yet to come.
But does it change the
at work with ten kilometres behind me by bike I do feel much wider awake than
when I travel the distance by bus and tram. I wonder whether the clients would
be able to tell. We shall have to put it to the test next week.
Cycling certainly does change my outlook on
the day, my personality is transformed, and my soul is awakened when I commune
with nature instead of with the inside of a tram or a bus.
me the same length of time to cycle the distance as it did four months ago. The
rest seems to have done me no harm at all and the bike seemed to manage it
the spring start to cycling –
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