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I am now trying to get myself a bit fitter after a seasonal layoff from longer bike rides. As it is cold, damp and the visibility is poor the roads are not an attraction and I need a bit of … Continue reading
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I am now trying to get myself a bit fitter after a seasonal layoff from longer bike rides. As it is cold, damp and the visibility is poor the roads are not an attraction and I need a bit of … Continue reading
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A small gallery from Sunday – mountain bike ride and lunch, with ghostly shapes in the mist over the countryside and the frozen lake. The church spire of Plancenoit was like a space ship as it suddenly emerged from the … Continue reading
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Each year my New Year’s Day ride has a slightly different character and this year it was the result of three days of freezing fogs in the Brabant Wallon countryside in the centre of Belgium. No doubt that the mountain … Continue reading
If there is one sight I have become accustomed to over many years it is the image of one (or possibly both) of my brothers disappearing into the distance on one of our post Christmas bike rides.
This year it was Trevor’s turn to wait for big brother, but at least the stunning low sunshine set up a beautiful silhouette on a minor road near Ways. It was good to be out for the first time in a few days.
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A couple of weeks ago I went to the Ghent Six Day cycle race with my Dad for my second immersion in this Flemish temple of cycling, cycle sport turned into pure entertainment. And once again I was captured by … Continue reading
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One of those days today. One of the few days when there really is no point trying to explain to anyone not already converted why cycling is the best choice. Hitting the panic button when I realise that there was … Continue reading
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As an environmentalist I feel deeply concerned about what is happening to our climate. It is not right that I should be out in the garden shovelling leaves in shorts and a teeshirt on the last weekend of October in … Continue reading
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On Saturday I was just back from a hectic week at Eurobike – which means an awful lot of talking about cycling and not a lot of doing, followed by 7 hours on the train home from Germany. And I … Continue reading
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In the Ten Commandments and indeed in the equally important Rules of the Velominati there is no line that says “thou shalt not covet your neighbour’s bike shed”. Which is good news, because I have been coveting a bit lately. … Continue reading
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It’s been a while. But welcome back. Welcome back to the feeling that today is that day. The day I just have to ride. The temperature is drifting up and forecast to clear 30 degrees for the first time this … Continue reading
I started to write this blog post last night, the evening of the terrorist attacks in Brussels.
I felt the need to write to share something of the feelings I had during the day. And most importantly I want to say my own small thank you to our worldwide cycling community who have been in touch all day to ask how the ECF team is doing.
But I was exhausted by the physical journey and perhaps by the emotional reaction to the day so I slumped into bed and slept deeply with these words half done. So tonight I share, perhaps with a slight bit more distance than there would have been last night.
These are not, as you might imagine, normal days in Brussels. The attacks on Brussels Airport and a metro station carrying hundreds of people into the EU district where I work have brought normality to a sharp halt.
Yesterday when I cycled to work it was a lovely spring morning, even cycling through the noisy suburbs of Brussels was quite comfortable. I had a shower and I was oblivious to the outside world when I got to our office and was told by a colleague that something had happened at the airport.
Over the next two hours the whole situation unfurled. By about 11am we had accounted for everyone and all but one of our team had come past the cordons to the office, mostly by bike of course. And then we determined to maintain an air of normality by working our way through the day.
But of course everyone in the team took time out to phone family and let them know that they were fine, especially some of our younger team members. But then the flow gradually turned to our many cycling friends who were picking up their newsfeeds and getting in touch.
By the time I cycled home I could feel the change outside our closed world and perhaps see what they were seeing. I wandered south for more than an hour seeking a way home that didn’t involve riding the whole way. But the stations were either blocked by the police or seemingly devoid of trains. So eventually as it started to get dark I phoned home and my wife drove out to pick me up.
What I really wanted was to be home with my wife and to have the chance to confirm to family and friends that I really was alright and away from the city. But that extended ride gave me more time to reflect than I expected and it wasn’t necessarily a good thing, because at some point there can be just too much time to think.
That’s a very rare thing for me because a bike ride is normally where I sort out my thoughts.
I think there were really two competing thoughts that would not let me settle.
The first was overwhelmingly “when does this stop?” I felt horribly, horribly old when I think that I was in London in the 1970s when one of the IRA bombing rounds took place, waiting with friends to hear whether the rest of our group were ok.
I remember clearly where I was for 9,11, for 7,7 and the recent Paris attacks. I remember calls to Bali because a close colleague was on holiday there during the bombings. As an optimist I have a feeling that somewhere, somehow in my lifetime the human race could and should have developed an emotional intelligence that makes this sort of thing impossible. It is very easy to feel anger and indignation, and even more anger at the idiots who have already tried to exploit this situation for their own narrow political gains.
And by contrast I was uplifted. It wasn’t the speeches of politicians and the flags at half mast, although the images of the Belgian flag superimposed on the great landmarks of the world almost made me cry.
The simple messages of enquiry from all over the world a reflect an age when we can make contact by phone and text and skype and Facebook and Twitter, but I am just astonished by how many people from all over have just taken a few seconds to say “are you all ok?” and “our thoughts are with you”.
It is being part of a community that cares, that places decency and respect and compassion at its heart. And having family, friends and colleagues who I am proud of for the lives they lead and the work they do.
And I am very very happy here in Belgium, this odd country that the world’s media is questioning almost daily about its competences and its differences, but where we have chosen to set up home and make our way in the coming years. I have to believe that Belgium will win out, it will find peace, supported by its neighbours and supporters who have come here to form a remarkable international community.
For those things I am very lucky.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
I do not despair. I will not despair.
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Yesterday I took my first cycling club ride of the year, breaking into the start of the Belgian cycle touring club season. As usual our club split into two groups, with those who have been riding all winter or who … Continue reading
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2016 has started with a bit of a whisper on idonotdespair.com I have as they say been “otherwise engaged” and most cycling activity except watching the cyclocross on Belgian TV has been deferred. We have just moved from the rented … Continue reading
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Last Sunday I was waiting for winter on the mountain bike. This Sunday I was out early for the sunrise over snow. It was like a layer cake, snow below, a ground hugging layer of fine mist between and the … Continue reading