ok, so 2nd post today, initially because i mentioned D (bro) in my last post and completely failed to mention that he turned 34 today... so happy birthday D, the day after nippy's birthday, two days after D's birthday (a different D), nippy having a party on saturday which we're playing at, the high healed shoes may come out again... (hmmm, a pedicure?)
i cycled over to clapham this evening to see felinity and dad, dad having been @ the oval watching some cricket, felinity working around there... felinity after confessed to a slight oddness about me becoming known as the high heal wearing piano player, i can understand this...
lovely to see them both, and me & felinity had a phone conversation with the birthday boy also, and now i think of it i spoke to mum as well earlier, it turns out she's got into the early rounds of a brush with fame, granada tv's fame academy for painters... first round next tuesday... fingers crossed, how much would i love to see my mum on tv?
it took me an hour & a quarter each way from finsbury park to clapham, becoming a little more familiar with those streets, thinking about how nice it is cycling with someone else, following their route, afew times on the way there tonight i shared a bit of the journey with another cyclist, once or twice i asked them where they were going, hoping to find someone going where i was going, but no luck... on the way back approaching battersea bridge i was overtaken by a guy, on an impulse i followed him rather than carefully following my map and he led me almost all the way to the bridge...
just before i set out early on wednesday morning on my south to north almost dawn ride i got D (birthday boy from the night before) to mark his route on my map north of his house...
also following maps, i realise that i have a desire to just set off, without carefully setting out my route, working it out when i need to, i relate this to playing music without notes... as i learn a tune (with a band) i make good notes, then as time goes on i grow confident enough to abandon the notes, knowing the way...
on the way home, this sensation of now being in familiar streets so no map reading necessary...
so the journey, from clapham, like i said i followed that guy for some of the way, then over the river, battersea bridge giving a lovely view of albert bridge all lit up, the reflection in the thames shimmering...
north of there up to hyde park, in the dark now, my front light out of batteries, mostly not a problem but eerie in the darkness of the park, crossing hyde park, plunging back into well-lit streets, not too far until the canal, and dark again, cycling beside the canal through regents park, eerie again but achingly beautiful, some of the bridges after regents park, towards camdem, have some kind of lighting under them, so approaching them (particularly tonight with the water still) you see an oval shape made by the bridge and it's reflection, with the ceiling of the bridge visible directly below, in amazing detail because of the light and the surrounding darkness...
that same part of the canal that me & catalan E had that romantic boat trip on, i texted her and then shortly after i got a text, thinking it was her i stopped the bike and checked it, but it was from P, thinking of a recent but now past lover and getting a response from a lover further back in time... strange but oddly fitting the romance of the journey...
over 10 miles so that great pedometer tells me... satisfying to use the bike and my body like that...
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