I find it rather soothing that Bigtown chose the day after we were supposed to be severing ties with Europe to unveil its new bench celebrating its ties with another European country (albeit one with a similarly semi-detached approach to the EU), refugees and, um, whales.
Bench unveilings, however historically well timed, don’t normally attract a massive crowd so they livened up the occasion by with some bike-related activities, including our accessible cycling gang, who are always good for a bit of anarchic fun. I was helping out, which included taking this beast out for a few turns around the thankfully almost completely flat park (although when you’ve got a couple of passengers on board it turns out nowhere is completely flat).
There are worse ways to spend a Saturday than piloting various contraptions (including the fantastic wheelchair bike which seems to be much appreciated by all who get a ride in it), and generally ensuring that anybody who wanted to ride a bike in one form or another got to do so. That, surely, must have added infinitesimally to the sum total of human happiness, whatever else was going on in the wider world. Plus it’s also, undoubtedly, a route to developing thighs of steel.
I note from our local MSPs photo, however, that my nice new trousers – described, misleadingly, as ‘conker’ on the website, and perhaps closer to rust in real life – appear to be channelling this late lamented blog. I shall ll just have to brazen it out regardless, because they’re extremely comfy and almost fit, and I’m not going trouser shopping again until I have to.