From the saddle

Went out for a bike ride with my friend H on Saturday. We’ve been going for a few bike rides recently and I’ve always forgotten to bring my camera, so I made sure I did this time. Good thing too or I wouldn’t have been able to snap this beautiful maple around the corner from where I live.

We headed towards east London, which is like another city to me. I really don’t know that part of London well, which is great, as it really feels like traveling elsewhere when I do go. The view of this church made us think that we were in Oxford or Cambridge, as there was no traffic and people were either on foot or on bikes.

We cycled through De Beauvoir Square where these kind of Dutch style houses were a happy discovery. I sent a little film to my pal Z in Amsterdam and wrote: “Not quite Amsterdam, not quite London.” Maybe I’ve discovered a new city… Amsterdon? Londam?

A few minutes later into our drive you could tell we were no longer in north London. I’d love to know if the interior is as colourful.

We did a pit stop in London Fields to have a break on a bench and eat our packed lunches. I’ve only eaten lunch out twice since March; I now always bring a packed lunch (and a cup of tea in a thermos!) if I’m out in the day. Weirdly I kind of prefer it as it just less hassle. No decisions over what to eat or eating something meh. And tea is never as nice out as it is at home!

It’s hard to take pictures while you’re cycling. The framing is trickier and as I always shoot manual the exposure can leave much to be desired. This one came out ok though.

This street had a couple of artist’s studios in it with people working in them, which was great to see, as art should always be part of life, regardless of whatever else is going on.

I’ve never cycled along Regents Canal on the east side, and I really want to, but it’ll have to be on a weekday and maybe when we’re not in lockdown, as it was crazy busy. We’d arrived at Victoria Park at this point, which was so rammed with people on the paths it almost felt like we’d arrived at a festival. It did not feel like the last lockdown at all, and how sitting down on a blanket with friends and a bottle of wine qualify as exercise is beyond me.

Oh well, at least in some parts of the park you can pretend you’re somewhere else.

Or go somewhere else - within the covers of a book.

We planning on cycling to the City next time, as it’s bound to be deserted. Looking forward to it.

And finally a last looking up, on the way home, before it got too dark. Must remember to bring bike lights next time.