There is something rather nice
about sharing nibbles, a pot chilli, and nachos with free flowing wine and
conversation. Children and young adults can put you in your place and give you
a perspective rarely thought of when nearing your fifties. Everyone without
exception should revisit their younger self and dream on a cloud from time to
time.
This evening after a rather
fraught week my children, friends and relatives reminded me of the cloud
floating time in my youth. You see I love riding motor bikes (fine weather
only) I love the way it opens your senses and encourages you to float with your
minds free thoughts.
I’m eclectic in taste and frame
of mind. So riding down to Kent
bike show one year I was looking forward to the diverse experience and decided
to camp, but not to rough it totally. Kev thought he hit the jackpot when I jumped
at the chance of going to this roughty toughty wet-t-shirt consumed two day
show. A two man tent was his only concession he thought, I thought a double air-bed was in order and a change of clothes. Have you ever tried to get a double air-bed in a two man tent, or a change of clothes in panniers? Well from
experience let me tell you it is not easy with either. Take the air bed in a
two man tent, when you have the damned thing in place it bulges out the sides
and pulls down the top so the canvas touches your nose. It was hilarious at the
time but reliving it with people who see me only as upstanding mother of three
–it was sublime.
View points and opinions of me
changed, shifted and (most pleasing of all) broke. Lack of money and extra
responsibility really do make you a two dimensional character.
This coming year I hope to take
my bike test (just don’t tell Kev, the thought of me riding his Harley will
fill him with fear) and ride once more the rolling hills on my own bike. But is
this just a dream, one of those floating clouds of thought that just pour down
in responsibility, until that very fine and beautiful cloud disintegrates. I do
hope not, I want to be that three dimensional character, effervescent, and all
floaty person I used to be.
What floaty dream cloud do you have, that frothy bit of your character that you hide from responsibility? don't be shy share it with us.
