You’ll have had your tea?

I’ve been reading Petesy’s blog for some time now, it’s become a talking point between Dad and I as we marvel over his exploits. It’s definitely an aspirational read for me as I keep thinking to myself that I’d really love to do the things that Petesy does. Here’s the thing though; the only special part about what he does is that he does it.

He’s a family man with a job who loves being outdoors. He’s not a full time journalist or a team-based athlete just does it.

Like I said, up until now it’s been aspirational as I haven’t put any plans into action. Until last night that is. It was the back of 8 and I fancied a cuppa and on the way to the kitchen I looked outside and figured it’d be great to have that cuppa on the bench at the top of Blairadam forest that I’ve sat on many times.

The bag came out, the stove went in and I pedaled off into the dark.

A misty night for a cuppaAnd there you have it; me, sitting on the bench after dark with a steaming mug of Rooibos in my hands. Oh, I’m not smiling because the smiling pictures didn’t turn out too well.

It was a good night for it, the mist lending the air an other worldly quality which you can definitely see mingling in the steam from my tea. The roads were nice and quiet, with any drivers I did encounter giving me a wide birth. That’s probably through some mixture of incredulity at encountering a cyclist and the 240 lumens I was using to light the road.

Next time it’s a tent and a local hill.

Comments (5)

JamesApril 25th, 2010 at 8:29 pm

You were lucky to make it out alive – the smoke monster from Lost is right behind you.

While I admire your bravery – there’s no chance I’m heading out on a late night cycle just for a cup of tea – I do worry about your safety. Did you tell anyone where you were going? What if one of these cars hit you? Who would know? etc. Sorry, I’ve turned into your mum. In fact, your mum’s probably fine with it. I’ve turned into my mum.

JamesApril 25th, 2010 at 8:29 pm

I just re-read that, and it’s total gibberish. Please ignore me.

rossApril 25th, 2010 at 8:42 pm

It’s not gibberish. I tweeted and Facebook’d that I was heading out to Blairadam and was very sure to update both of those outlets when I returned.

If I worried about safety every time I went out I wouldn’t go anywhere. The fact that I was heading out after dark is really no different to the much longer trips I take during daytime.

There’s a modern affliction that we need to tell everyone where we are and at what time. While I wouldn’t venture into the hills without telling people where I was planning to go, I think nothing of telling no-one if I decide to cycle into/from work during the week. Why is that different?

I’m sure Mum would worry if she knew about night cycling, but she also worries if I say I’m cycling on busy roads during the day. She has no idea that my bike has ever come into contact with a car and probably shouldn’t.

There’s nothing brave about cycling into woods at night, that was something that struck me while I was doing it. The fact that I felt otherwise is a sad reflection on the insular nature of most people’s urban lifestyles.

JamesApril 25th, 2010 at 10:02 pm

I’m taking that last paragraph as a diss.

But you make a valid point nonetheless.

rossApril 25th, 2010 at 10:56 pm

Not a direct diss as it’s something I’ve fallen victim to myself. However, I would hazard a guess that more people would feel safe under the halogen glow of a street light rather than being on their own in a rural area which is, frankly, bollocks.