Up with the lark

It’s 4.09am on Saturday morning and I open the bedroom window wider to listen to the opening tweets of the birdsong. It’s yet another beauty of nature to be enjoyed by those of us who are fortunate enough to be able to hear, possibly another sense we all too much take for granted?

You may think there are better times of the day to listen to the nature but hey, I’ve been awake since 2am just thinking about stuff and actually waiting for the birds to start their conversations! Why be awake through the night? Well it happens to us all, but I’m awake and happy, happy with my lot, life is great and I’m taking in as much as I can even if it does mean a change in sleep management.

Yesterday was my final chemo for a few months, and once the minor side effects pass during the next week I intend to throw everything into the following few weeks up to the operation (possibly end of June). That means building up my fitness (I’ve already managed a slow one mile jog which felt like FIVE), I’m walking quite a bit and doing other exercises. Once all my tubes are out I might even get the bike out, should we get another day of weather like today?

Talking of tubes, my PICC line comes out on Monday, the one where I’ve been having all my chemo through, and now that I can eat normally and I’m increasing weight I hope to convince them to remove the feed tube within two weeks 🥳

The feed tube has brought other benefits than the obvious……….people. 

Human nature, I’ve noticed how people’s reactions have changed towards me. My demeanour is presently one of happiness, so I generally wear a smile and I know that, as humans, we tend to mirror one another’s behaviour. Let’s face it if somebody is angry, sad, friendly, upbeat or funny in our company then we are more likely to mirror those actions. But what I’ve experienced is a marked change, and I believe it’s caused by the sight of a tube running from my backpack and into my nose. People are more courteous and friendly towards me, yes it may be brought about by an air of sympathy, but it makes for a more pleasant social environment. It’s a shame that there needs to be a visible sign to show that somebody is dealing with an obvious issue before we display an extra friendliness towards them, but we all do it, I’ve done it and will no doubt continue to.

My great friend Andy has many talents, one of which is poetry, I remember (many years ago) me getting him to read some to Burnham (Rachel’s dad), as expected Burnham thoroughly enjoyed listening to them, delivered with the timing one would expect from the poet! One or two followed the theme of us taking time to stop and stare, which I found very thought provoking even back then, but more so now.

Here is not Andy’s, but a poem of W.H.Davies written in 1911, I find it so poignant for me at this time, maybe we all should?

Leisure 

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?-

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

It’s now 5.20am, the birds are quietening down so with it being daylight I’ll get up and start my daily drug and feed regime, the sooner I start my nine hour feed the sooner I can detach it and get that little more freedom.

It’s going to be yet another great day, I have friends calling but at some point I may need a nap, possibly during the Leeds v Newcastle game? Although the promise of halftime bacon butties will surely keep my interest?!

Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride

Here are a few photos from today’s ride 🤗

It went well although a total of 80 miles from home back to home certainly took its toll 😴

I have to say that I’ve been absolutely stunned by the generosity of family and friends who have helped raise over £1,000 for Prostate Cancer and Men’s Mental Health charities. This has happened over less than three days so thank you so much to all who have donated! 🥰

The starting point near Haltwhistle
Trying to look dapper!
Allendale
A free spread was served up by the pub

Firing on all cylinders

Not wishing to let the grass grow, and having a day to recover from attempting to be a distinguished gentleman, I hit the road again today, but not literally! The steed of choice for today’s outing was borrowed from the local BMW dealer, a test ride? Yann would say that I don’t do test rides, I pre ride a bike I buy! 🤔

Grange-over-Sands on the Cumbrian Riviera, a sort of Cannes for the over 80s, where the only film festival will probably be a screening of Albert’s cine shown in the Victoria Hall, was my destination for a rendezvous with my good friend Les.

The Hazlemere Cafe (which my family owned for nine years) still produces excellent fare, so with my gullet presently allowing free passage from mouth to stomach, we would seize the opportunity and each demolish a full English! To say it didn’t touch the sides wouldn’t be entirely accurate, although it certainly went down problem free! 🤗

My favourite road and a six cylinder motorbike, mmm…….🤔
Just what a hungry (hairless) biker needs!
Windermere
Ullswater
Two scoops of raspberry ripple please! 😋

The round trip was about five hours and 130 miles, I returned a little tired, but feel all cylinders are now firing! 🤗

Something to make a song and dance about?

Yes, another bike, but fear not, Reg stays!

My life is presently as it was before all this cancer stuff kicked off, I can eat and drink as normal and I’m loving it!

I won’t go into the reasons/excuses why I need yet another motorbike, but suffice to say I have about five weeks left of a life I know before I again step into the unknown. Therefore I want to make the most of this time and will shortly head off on the new steed on my mini tour of England.

Yes I ate a full English followed by carrot cake!

Those of you who have followed me as a solo traveller over the last two and a half years will know how often I’ve mentioned the people I’ve met, many of whom I still have contact with, some just very occasionally but others quite frequently. Meeting others has enhanced my travels even though at times I went through the ‘don’t speak unless spoken to’ phase. I eventually got used to solo travelling and could start enjoying the benefits it brings.

In March last year I was on the island of La Gomera and as some of you may recall I had a chance meeting with a German couple Lothar and Gina. I’d parked Reg up and walked across the large expanse of paved area to sit at a vacant restaurant table. Lothar and Gina invited me to join them, this surprised me, they weren’t fellow bikers and I didn’t really understand why they would do such a thing, but I accepted and we started our friendly chat. At the time my thoughts and emotions were still wrapped up with the loss of Rachel and inevitably when people asked me why I was travelling alone it was like lighting the blue touch paper for me to pour out the impact of what had happened to bring me to this point. Lothar was struggling with the recent loss of his mother and I think my situation and how I was dealing with it helped him in some way.

We parted as friends with the ‘If ever you’re passing Hamburg then call in’ kind of farewell. Three months later I was passing Hamburg on my way to Norway so I did call in, stayed the night and continued north the next day. Lo and I rode together out of the city and he waved me a fond farewell.

Lo (as he prefers to be called) is another of my travel ‘meets’ who has kept in contact with me. For some reason he seems to be encouraged by how I’m living my life through what he perceives as some difficult times. Well yes, there have been some tricky situations over the last three years.

I was taken aback when he sent this to me: