I can feel those woods calling. The lure of the pine trees and the oak, the ferns and the bracken.
I can feel the siren call of the moorland top, after shrinking treeline, wind whistling, exposed crag and brash trig point.
I can feel the need for descending speed, skipping front, rear wheel experiencing flight.
I can feel the need to clear the head and fill the soul, a yearning chasm filled.
I can feel the need.
Last week whilst solo mountain biking I disturbed a buzzard, who promptly took flight, gliding no more than 15 feet from my shoulder, for over 50 yards. It’s been a busy week and I need a bit more of those encounters, those moments. The woods are calling again.
Bear on a bike by linocutboy. More work of his here and cycle art sales here.