I had another trip to the refuse centre planned today but first had to transplant the bike for the wood, chipboard and plaster board left over from the installation of the new wardrobe and the cupboard under the stairs. It was dry and the forecast is for rain for the next 4 days. I would rather set out in the dry and get rained on mid ride than start in the wet so I headed out and decided to go where the wheels took me.
Errand 10: peaceful everyday actions
Destination: Anywhere and everywhere
Rationale & observations: I wandered rather aimlessly up to Hatfield Forrest before deciding to go cross country to the Flitch and then east. I got off the Flitch and decided to ride around High Wood quarry. This is on the site of WWII USAAF Station 164. I think that the the media here in the UK are a little guilty of framing our thinking towards those who fell to the mud and hardships of the western front in WWI on days of remembrance. Those who served elsewhere from elsewhere in other conflicts are sometimes forgotten. I posted my thing on the airfield and those who served here & am glad to see that the local community have still not forgotten.
I played but stuck to the gravel roads
I find exploring on my bike to be the thing that takes me away from the trials of my life most consistently. I have promised to do more of that when it finally stops raining. My attention is on the area that I am in many different ways, the terrain, the wildlife, imagining the history as I search the horizon for potential route options- where will this take me? Is that bridle-way the one I looked for last summer? Wait, is that a fox? This is so peaceful! That looks a nice place to stop when I come here next time…
Once I got to the quarry, I intended ride around to the concrete roads, a reminder of what was once here. I imagined another time on an equally bleak day. Bombers returning from a mission or lining up waiting to go, petrol bowsers, vehicles swarming the airfield. If I had a time machine and was limited to one era to visit for a week, it would be Britain in WWII.
I was nearly at the end of my 2nd road and spotted a bridal-way sign. It looked muddy and didn’t know for sure where it headed but what the hell, its Good Friday; the rubbish can wait, the airfield isn’t going anywhere so I’ll see what happens.
The concrete roads are the only visible sign of what was here. It was an RAF base but when the Americans arrived they concreted runways and service roads to accommodate the B-26 medium range bombers
It was muddy, treacherous and fun and it led me to Bambers Green, 3km from home. It was now raining quite steadily, not heavy but once back on the road I abruptly snapped out of my reverie and headed home to chores.
For that brief 20min of my day, my ride gave me peace, enjoyment. Sometimes exploring is the best way to go.