Go West …

Go west, and on the way you can see:

Colour appearing on the verges

Colour appearing on the verges

  • Blackbirds with beaks full of food; second broods, presumably.
  • An old, sparrow-thin lady, looking disproportionately worried as road works are set up near her home.
  • An idiot cyclist getting the turnings muddled up in Tidmarsh. That’ll be me then. Sorry about that, Ford Ka driver, and thanks for cutting me slack.
  • Relatively few cars and even fewer pedestrians; again prompting thoughts of this as a ‘golden age’ for cycling.
  • Friendly people when and where you do come in contact with them.
  • Colour on the verges: not in overwhelming amounts and not everywhere, but in many places the monopoly of purely shades of green is being broken up.
  • Red Kites galore, as far west as Aldworth at least.
  • Crop spraying tractors; having seen the drivers in the cabs of these things wearing air filter masks in the past, these days I always try to hurry by without breathing in. It can be a test.
  • Several examples of well-mended roads. West Berkshire seem to do the job pretty well. South Oxfordshire should come and take lessons.
  • An old and sweaty fat man on a bike, heaving himself up hills. That’ll be me then.
  • And rain clouds gathering further off to the west, engendering a sense of satisfaction in getting a decent length ride in, in time.