I cannot believe that it’s September again. So far this year has just flown.
I have just about sorted out the new flat, although I seem to spend most of my time at P’s or at work. This place is very tidy but, as I’m not here much, it doesn’t get untidy. I do like this flat though and might well look into buying it if things continue to go well with P. It will give me some security and I can then let it out for an income.
P is now back from his travels and, as I asked him about rowing, gave me a rowing lesson. That was rather run, so I paid for a ‘Learn to Row’ course and have now had 2 lessons of that course.
The first lesson was horrific. I had had a stressful day at work and P was just winding me up saying that there would be loads of people there and that some of them were really judgey and sneery. I don’t really do people at the best of times, let alone horrible ones. He has since said that they are nice people, he was just messing. I wish that he wouldn’t. Consequently, I had a horrible row. I tried to follow P up the river, but as he was in front and I don’t have eyes in the back of my head, I couldn’t actually see him. I was trying to concentrate on going along and not falling in the water. I discovered that I can actually just sit in the boat, close my eyes and breath to get the panic under control. I had felt like abandoning the dang boat and swimming to the quay heading, so much was I loathing the whole boat experience. Once I got out of the hateful thing, at the end of the never ending hour’s lesson, I had pretty much decided that I wanted nothing more to do with water ever again. Including having a shower. I had paid for 5 more horrific lessons and was pretty happyto cut my losses and never speak of rowing again. Kayaking is way better. You go forwards for a start.
P suggested I tried again and that I had done well last time – he is such a liar – so I went out to the club again. I told him not to wind me up as I had had a lovely, stress free, work day and wanted to remain nice and stress free. P just cannot do that, so by the time I got in that hated, horrendous, bloody boat, I was all bunched up. I rowed around in big 120 yard, each way, ovals for an hour, finding a rhythm and found myself talking to myself to hit said rhythm – ‘legs, arms, feather, unfeather’ rinse and repeat. It seemed to work. Only 4 more of these lessons and I can get back in a kayak. I quite like rowing but not that stress that P puts me under. Seems to be a hell of a lot of effort to not see where you are going.
As you may have noticed, at the top of the page, there is a new Peugeot to the bike stable. I bought this from Biggs on Cycle Chat. £85 and it’s pretty much, brand new. I need to replace the tubes and tyres as they are probably 20 years old and original, and there is a return spring on the right shifter that needs attention. Last Sunday, I took him out for a nice 35 miles, give or take. That saddle has to go.
It turned out to be an ‘out and back’ as some of the roads that the Garmin suggested, online, have now been blocked off or turned into private roads with big ‘no entry’ signs slapped all over them.
I took one byroad and it turned into a field.
I was a bit concerned about my 20 year old tyres but, sensibly, I do have recovery insurance with ETA. Not knowing my way about here or having someone reliable at the end of a phone to collect me in case of a mechanical.
I haven’t really ridden since. I have sort of lost the mojo to ride. I have got out a couple of times since last week. A 14 miler and a 2 miler – it poured with rain and I couldn’t see where I was going so went home. Some of the routes around here are boring, and windy. I am not loving the local cycling very much. I preferred the Lincolnshire routes but much prefer living here. Bit of a dilemma really. I have some time off work this week and have asked P about riding on the Peddars Way route, up and back for a bit. He’s said ‘maybe’ and ‘we’ll see’ which everyone who is my generation knows full well means ‘no’. I’ll get new tyres on Eric and go myself.
Eric is in P’s garage at the moment. He has Marathon Plus tyres on and they are fine for the summer but I am thinking of X-kings again and a nice ‘slime’ treatment. Gives me a good roll and a bit more ruggedness for riding. I would like to take PeeBee apart and give him a really good sort out, new drive train etc, but no mojo. I am trying to convince myself to take a roadie out now. It’s 9.15 on a Sunday morning and not raining. No mojo. It’s bloody windy out there though. Might go later. Even the dog has gone back to bed.
My bikes are looking at me and making me feel guilty. Actually, my sewing machines are doing the same. However, I do have a lovely ‘tat-bag’, made from recycled fabric and made on Vintage Singers, which is lovely. Mine is made from an old sail. Tat-bags are the siblings to ‘swanky bags’ from the same place. PJs, and I rather like them.
The inaugural shopping trip went well. Honey, yoghurt and mint sauce were all transported home.
Right, that ride. Better crack on a bit.