Road To Nowhere

A track leading off to flooded fields in the distance

On A Road To Nowhere

For better or worse I work from home. Days can go by before I genuinely need to leave the house.

I cycle for pleasure. I cycle to get out the house; I cycle to keep vaguely fit – but primarily I cycle for pleasure. If I didn’t enjoy it I wouldn’t do it.

There are floods up and down the country. People are losing a lot. People have died.

The floods have reached this neck of the woods and they say it’ll get worse before it gets better. The Thames and all the more minor rivers are full and overflowing on to already saturated ground. It’s that simple.

That my bike riding is curtailed is neither here nor there. Perspective is important; all things are relative. A new, brutally realistic perspective on climate change is going to be very necessary from now on.