The weather was rather dismal yesterday, but I arrived at the Common on the splendid refurbished bicycle that I have courtesy of the Society of St James workshop. So there was plenty to be glad about, and never mind that I had not properly tightened up the saddle after adjusting its height. As a result of this oversight I arrived in the manner of a teenager on a stunt bike, but without any of the other attributes that make that knee-to-nose cycling style cool rather than ridiculous.
I settled down to watch the swans splashing around. Nearby, a trio of young people were sitting on a bench. The male of the species was enthusing about being in the great outdoors at an early hour, and promising the girls that they would see “awesome things” here. It pleased me to hear the youth of today engaging with nature like this.
“What’s that old lady over there taking photos of?” asked one of the girls.
I began to be rather more selectively delighted with the youth of today, and struggled to my feet, using my monopod as a handy hoist to assist me with the task of returning to an upright position. The tranquillity of the distant corners of the Old Cemetery beckoned me. Here my heart was lifted once more by the sight of a few snowdrops.
To see more photos of the Old cemetery, please click on this link The Old Cemetery
I cannot be morose once I have seen snowdrops, so I wandered cheerfully back to my bicycle via woodland paths and left the Common just as happily as I had arrived, with my knees knocking gently on my chin as I cycled.