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The Scar (Part 5)

Sunday morning cloud shadows from the road less travelled between my valley and next.


The Scar (Part 3)

Between the un-outdoor occasions of Christmas and the New Year, between the wet roads thawing briefly under the winter sun and freezing again, between all the stuff left behind in the world of work and all the stuff that’s still waiting there, between thinking sod it, it’s december, let’s skip this ride and have another cake and realising oh crap I don’t think I’ll ever get up anything higher than a speed bump on a bike ever again if I don’t get out soon, between a proper honest-to-goodness round of the fells and a grudging valley spin to tick off some miles, between the snow which has fallen to the north and the snow which has fallen to the south, between the valleys of the Swale and of the Ure is Oxnop Scar, doing us proper proud today.

The Scar (Part 2)

Daylight is getting to be a bit of problem now, or getting enough of it is anyway. The weather in these islands may have been historically mild for October and for the first few hours of November but right now I’d trade half a dozen celsius degrees for an hour of the day back. After a few days in a windowless room this week, at which arrival and departure happened in more or less darkness, I was reduced to writing ‘HELP ME!’ using letters prized off a laptop keyboard in a rescue-seeking bid of desperation. I regret it now of course, as computers with two ‘e’s are not easy to replace. Saturday mornings now see me staggering blinking into the sunlight like a trembling alcoholic stumbling into an off licence on the cue of the assistant unlocking the door and flipping the dangling ‘closed’ sign to ‘open’, well, err, apparently that’s what they do, I hear. Weeknight bike rides are articially lit affairs now, just me and a japanese LED stuck together in a hostile world like Lee Marvin and Toshirô Mifune in that John Boorman movie, trying to come to terms with what happened to those tortuously recent evenings that lasted almost until morning, trying not to look behind to the blackness just left behind so weekends now are ridden grinning like the just released institutionalised idiot that I am. Judging by the number of bikes out this morning however I think I may not be the only one…