I wake up early, warm and cosy in bed. Should I get up or just say snuggled here in the peace and quiet. The peace and quiet does not last long though. Up come the kids, and then down they go to make me a cup of tea.
A short time later I am ready and waiting to go.
For we are going for a ride around some of lovely Birmingham.
and here we are.
From here I can see life from a different perspective.
And as if by magic we are in the countryside, well maybe
we are in a tunnel.
Along this route there are many tunnels.
It is afterall the Harborne to Brum railway line.
Ohh gate to hell or
a lovely little park. We cycle though it and you know what was at the other end?
More blue gate. Now most people would probably think I had not noticed this. The fact they were blue and carrying an emblem in the center. But I did.
We cross the road and head to a nicer area.
First we must get down to it, and for cyclists there is a steel beam to cycle down. I went first. The others were not so sure about it.
I patently waited.
At the bottom we were in another world. A water world were boats would gently pass by ever so often.
I soon notice though that there are no boats. I guess they all got nicked.
We got to the bridge where we
cross the canal.
As I look one way there is the metropolitan state of Brumness
In the other direction is the path to escape to the wilderness.
The others catch up. There is something about cycling that they have to learn yet. From here I understand we are to take the escape route.
And so we do.
It reminds me of a friend who once got so thirsty whilst cycling by the canal that he decided to take a drink. However it was not from their water bottle.
This is pleasant enough I decide.
And with that I pedal on.
The bridges are nice, that are structurally sound and loo good.
We even start to have some wildlife.
I pedal along the water side.
Happier than the ducks that are swimming.
I look back, here they are.
A bit further on we come off the canal side.
And head into the park of All Saints.
Here we take a moment to visit Uncle Frank,
And play on the play ground no one else is playing on.
Its got to be said. Winston Green Prison looks really good at this end.
In fact it is hard to tell it s a prison.
We make a quick get away though before we are recognised.
And hit the lushness of the waterside once more.
Here there is history
There, there is a path.
But noting the way the wildlife is going, we are heading in the right direction.
If you have not notice I love a bridge or two.
But I’m not sure the others do.
I like the flat too.
Before to long we are greeted once more
by the art of those I don’t understand.
And in some cases wish not to. Notice they are walking again.
Back in the saddle
I get to admire some more of the local culture.
And as we pass under the bridge there is only one thing to say.
It surely looks much better like this than it did without the art works.
Ah perhaps I am just a traditionalist.
I take one more look and laugh back in the face of humanity.
Matt discusses the route home.
I listen avidly.
We head through the lovely park once more
and the border crossing to keep the riff raff out
as we head back through the trees, natures own art.
Through the tunnel that a train once ran through
beckoning to us there is light at the other end.
And it is much nicer this end
The bridges are natural
the bark is bark textured and coloured.
here we can be one with the world once more.
And that's what I like.
We cycle the streets littered with metal boxes
and reach my own.
ahh that was good. That was great. I loved it and the company.
In the house Matt cooks dinner while I
get to play a game I’ve played before, but never played before.
And believe me
these girls play competitively and somewhat irregular to the rules in their favour,
While I loose, in reality I win.
Dinner is welcomed
But while this creature looks happy, it doesn’t know but in a second I’m going to bit you head off.
Its time to head back.
I call in at my parents, wash the motor and decide a decision that I will follow up tomorrow. now is the time at 164K
At home I mow the lawn.
I sort out the new hose pipe.
If nothing else I’ve never seen 30 meters look so good.
or the rest of the garden.
Yes it looks lovely.
I tidy the borders up
and then head in to get some Saul.