Yesterday saw me up early on a blisteringly cold morning and onto the bike to catch a train in Bigtown, which was still blanketed in fog.
I wasn’t going to join the Women’s March in Edinburgh, although looking at my Twitter and Facebook feed, there’s a part of me that wishes I had. I had a prior engagement, however: to join some of the fabulous people of the Women’s Cycle Forum Scotland (and a couple of honoured guest) for what we had half jokingly called a cake summit.
Inevitably, when you invite women to come along and bring some baking, things can get a little out of hand.
And possibly even a tiny bit competitive, although I prefer to think of it as just a desire to ensure that nobody goes unfed. Fortunately we were meeting at the Glasgow Bike Station whose staff fell on the surplus with cries of glee. As they had also just fixed the bent front chain ring of my bike (and replaced the ill-fitting bottom bracket to boot) for the princely sum of £15 it was well deserved.
The discussions were a fantastic chance to share knowledge and approaches, reaffirm what it was we wanted to do, and come away again re-energised and ready for what is going to be a busy few months ahead. While I’m sorry it meant missing the chance to show solidarity with the rest of the women of the world, I hope it does ultimately contribute in some small way towards a better world.
And that will have to do for now.