Rides bikes, paddles sea kayaks, takes pictures. Life on the road & my home in Cornwall.
A September Riding Diary
A lovely month for riding as the light softens, shadows lengthen, and the signs of the changing seasons accelerate. With winter knocking on the door, and in the absence of prospects for a larger adventure, finding ways to turn everyday riding into nano-adventures, and exploring my local area anew continue to bring a much-needed sense of purpose to the days.
The ‘riding diary’ flavour of posts I threw together during the spring lockdown brought me a great deal of satisfaction. In an uncertain situation, and in the absence of prospects for a larger adventure, finding ways to turn everyday riding into micro (or nano, even) adventures, and exploring my local area anew brought a much-needed sense of purpose to the days, and a welcome means of maintaining an even keel. With winter knocking on the door, and Covid-19 not unexpectedly still very much in evidence, I feel it’s going to be important to continue in that vein – enjoying the dramatic lighting that winter can deliver, and becoming used to the feel of cold rain and sloppy mud on my skin once again.
September is a lovely month for riding as the light softens and shadows lengthen, and the signs of the changing season accelerate. There hasn’t been any sea kayaking, I recently completed a short course of treatment for a small carcinoma on my face – cumulatively years of time at high altitudes and outdoor living probably has something to do with it I suspect (hence preference for hats over helmets when riding in places like the Andes), and during the treatment I was advised to avoid too much UV exposure, so days on the ocean sea didn’t seem such a bright idea. Possibly it was also just an excuse to avoid using a car and dealing with beach car parks that were still overwhelmingly crowded with visitors despite the nominal end of the summer holidays. I just went riding instead with a dollop of mineral sunblock. It might be time to rename this blog to simply “Dirt”…
The nature of riding around here is that scraps and fragments of tracks and trails have to be linked by sections of road. It’s alright, and resisting the urge to just go by the quickest route (i.e the road) always results on a more fulfilling experience of discovery.
September also marked the tenth anniversary of walking out of the door of an aerospace career for the last time, in favour of the freedom and uncertainty of self-employment – very much a leap of faith at the time, not knowing what I would do other than ride my bike more. That ten years seems to have worked out, and the anniversary, and current uncertainty, feels like a good time to think about how I want the next ten years to look. In the meantime however here are a few snaps from the times I did take my camera. They’re not always the best, but they help.