But when they let go, I did not let go, but moved forward, shouting.
I couldn't resist buying a booklet 'Ten Poems about Bicycles' when I was in the bookshop buying a map for next week's holiday. The title of this picture is the last part of a poem called 'A Lady Cyclist Learns to Cycle' written by Jonathan Davidson and set in England in 1917. The 'lady' is being helped to ride by a group of young, laughing men while the guns of Passchendaele echo in the distance. I presume it's saying that a lot of women had to move forward in 1917 in the absence of men. Slightly less poetically I spotted this bike and its owner outside the Co-Op and had to loiter by a tree with the dog until she went inside!
And thanks again for your comments on the Folly and Puddle pictures - people have said such lovely things - it's been just amazing
What a find this is, the baskets are fabulous !! Oh to have a smooch round a book shop for an hour or so.. I must make it my priority soon !! Your book sounds lovely & the poem quite bitter sweet !
Lovely treatment , and eth poem exactly recaptures how I learned to ride , the exhileration of speeding forward on my own. There were no'stabilisers' in those days.
I must look out for that book it sounds fun. The bike in your picture is very pretty, I have been trying to imagine what the person who it belonged to looked like ?
I remember when I first started following you , bicycles seemed to be quite prominent subjects, so it's nice to see one again , especially one with nice baskets :)
Interesting to read your thoughts on the poem, and bicycle fits the verse's theme very well. "had to loiter by a tree with the dog until she went inside!" - Oh, how you suffer for your art! ;)
I remember when I first started following you , bicycles seemed to be quite prominent subjects, so it's nice to see one again , especially one with nice baskets :)