I have been meaning to try and see a physiotherapist or similar about my neck and left arm – I have been experiencing pins and needles down my arms – particularly the left, during and after cycling (Poppy and I discussed it and riding posture). Now I don’t seem to have the pins and needles, just a numb little and ring finger on the left hand which makes knitting and holding a fork very clumsy. Lisa had phoned up her knitting and spinning friend Britta who also happens to be a physio, and she’d agreed to see me at 9am. This is another one of those random things that comes together very nicely and luckily because – as Britta pointed out – it was her day off, and normally the good physiotherapists are booked up weeks in advance.
It was a 10km round trip to the suburbs, approximately- and Lisa came with me on her bicycle. Beautiful sunny morning for a short ride. I was cricked and pushed about by Britta and given an exercise to do after riding every day, and instructions on posture. I must stop riding about with my head sticking out like a tortoise from its shell and must line up my head and back like a lady. I am grateful for the advice as I need my hands in good order.
Back at Lisa’s, I have a second breakfast, along with her two warm and smily guests – Frank (her ex) and his twin brother Jurg. We have the usual continental style breakfast – a selection of breads, cheeses, meats, dips, some strange doughnut balls and STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM. It’s no wonder I suspect I am not losing any weight despite the exercise.
I pack and away – loaded up with lunch, water, fruit. Once again I have been treated royally and thoroughly spoiled.
My sister and her partner Ants skyped me t’other night (which was great) and Ants says I do “go on”. Now, I’m sure if I was a chap, I’d give a summary of miles, money spent, average speed, altitude, weather conditions in precise and orderly fashion etc. etc. I apologise to all you dear readers for the lack of editing and the stream of consciousness stuff –but it seems to take long enough just writing it this way, let alone go back and rejig. Just gloss over the detritus! (I know Jane Summers is!).
Now I’m following the railway – and it is so hot, I have dared expose a little leg: just a little.
Must take more care: I had a ‘near miss’ where I ignored the red bicycle light as all the traffic seemed stationary, and crossed the road whilst looking the wrong way. A car zoomed past blaring his horn, and I swear it was inches away. That’s another life down (if we have lives like cats). In those previous posts about slugs and beetles playing chicken, substitute the word ‘Terri’ for slug and you get the picture. It took a while for my heart rate to go back to normal.
After that, much safer cycling along designated paths – and a kind gentleman accompanied me (on yet another electric bicycle) into Eberstardt before veering off to go home.
I got lost in Rossdoft and ended up in a residential backstreet. I finally found a woman to ask the way, and she directed me up a no through road. I queried her wisdom but she seemed adamant that I could go there. So I ended up in yet another field which then led to a golf course! But in due course, I did end up on the road and closer to my destination.
After chocolate, I found Groß Umstadt – its centre all cobbled and Bavarian buildings all lit up. I decided to indulge in a schnitzel (as I’ve never had one before) and a beer, while I searched for accommodation on t’internet.
Nothing doing, so rode out of town in a Northerly direction, looking for places to stealth camp again. Went past three boys standing near a small dying deer – a police car with flashing light turned up – I guess they’d called them. Needless to say, I didn’t stop.
I saw a farm lane to the right and pushed my bicycle up it to investigate – it was getting very dark by now. Past some woods and came out in a sloping meadow with a flattish bit near the hedge at the bottom. There was long grass which I flattened with my tent – being vaguely aware of Keith Bourne’s admonition to beware of snakes (didn’t see any) and Lisa’s warning about ticks (didn’t see any of those either). Went straight to sleep.
It was a 10km round trip to the suburbs, approximately- and Lisa came with me on her bicycle. Beautiful sunny morning for a short ride. I was cricked and pushed about by Britta and given an exercise to do after riding every day, and instructions on posture. I must stop riding about with my head sticking out like a tortoise from its shell and must line up my head and back like a lady. I am grateful for the advice as I need my hands in good order.
Back at Lisa’s, I have a second breakfast, along with her two warm and smily guests – Frank (her ex) and his twin brother Jurg. We have the usual continental style breakfast – a selection of breads, cheeses, meats, dips, some strange doughnut balls and STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM. It’s no wonder I suspect I am not losing any weight despite the exercise.
I pack and away – loaded up with lunch, water, fruit. Once again I have been treated royally and thoroughly spoiled.
My sister and her partner Ants skyped me t’other night (which was great) and Ants says I do “go on”. Now, I’m sure if I was a chap, I’d give a summary of miles, money spent, average speed, altitude, weather conditions in precise and orderly fashion etc. etc. I apologise to all you dear readers for the lack of editing and the stream of consciousness stuff –but it seems to take long enough just writing it this way, let alone go back and rejig. Just gloss over the detritus! (I know Jane Summers is!).
Now I’m following the railway – and it is so hot, I have dared expose a little leg: just a little.
Must take more care: I had a ‘near miss’ where I ignored the red bicycle light as all the traffic seemed stationary, and crossed the road whilst looking the wrong way. A car zoomed past blaring his horn, and I swear it was inches away. That’s another life down (if we have lives like cats). In those previous posts about slugs and beetles playing chicken, substitute the word ‘Terri’ for slug and you get the picture. It took a while for my heart rate to go back to normal.
After that, much safer cycling along designated paths – and a kind gentleman accompanied me (on yet another electric bicycle) into Eberstardt before veering off to go home.
I got lost in Rossdoft and ended up in a residential backstreet. I finally found a woman to ask the way, and she directed me up a no through road. I queried her wisdom but she seemed adamant that I could go there. So I ended up in yet another field which then led to a golf course! But in due course, I did end up on the road and closer to my destination.
After chocolate, I found Groß Umstadt – its centre all cobbled and Bavarian buildings all lit up. I decided to indulge in a schnitzel (as I’ve never had one before) and a beer, while I searched for accommodation on t’internet.
Nothing doing, so rode out of town in a Northerly direction, looking for places to stealth camp again. Went past three boys standing near a small dying deer – a police car with flashing light turned up – I guess they’d called them. Needless to say, I didn’t stop.
I saw a farm lane to the right and pushed my bicycle up it to investigate – it was getting very dark by now. Past some woods and came out in a sloping meadow with a flattish bit near the hedge at the bottom. There was long grass which I flattened with my tent – being vaguely aware of Keith Bourne’s admonition to beware of snakes (didn’t see any) and Lisa’s warning about ticks (didn’t see any of those either). Went straight to sleep.
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