Anyway, aside of the date, things do seem to be changing. The wind is a feature again. After a period of calm, the blasts form the northwest are back with a vengeance. On Sunday we went on another trip towards Pencarrow from Eastbourne-“en famillie”, but for how much longer? EQ was chatty and the walk and time gave the opportunity for dad to listen. Isaac was chatty with mum, while Joe battled into the wind on the bike.
It was one of those deceptive trips, with the wind in our backs on the way out, and very much in our faces on the way back, with an increased intensity. Of course Isaac was happy to hog the use of his bike on the way out, but left it to Joe to get it back to the car. A great job by Joe, and a poor reflection on Isaac, though maybe typical of a nine year old.
At the end it was the classic Wellington picture, of clothes rattling and flapping in the wind, and leaning forward into the wind, with no progress being made.
One day we will get to the end by walking, running or cycling.
Look at the map.
The new conditions are impacting on the plan to use the legs and old bicycle more. There is a significant psychological barrier to overcome in just having to cycle up a massive hill on the way home, let alone also battle into a gale force wind. Am I a wimp? If you respond please bear in mind I am using early 1990s technology, and despite my keen servicing at the weekend, the bike makes lots of old noises that are not meant to be there.
