I never want my blog to be political.
At least not overly so. I would try to keep my politics to issues of two wheels.
So this is hopefully my first and last, political blog piece.
I spent the weekend trying to bury myself under a rock. And when that rock didn’t bury me deep enough, I tried to find another. And another. And another. It seems that there simply aren’t enough rocks to cover me completely, so I’m gazing reluctantly at a new sky, one that is cloudy and turbulent and currently, dark.
As much as I’d like to cling to sinking wreckage, there is no going back. We’re not part of political Europe anymore and we have to get on with it. I’m deeply saddened, but that helps utterly no-one, not me, not my friends and colleagues and least of all my family. So. Here’s what I’m going to do.
Point my front wheel forward and let the back wheel follow.
The referendum exposed gaping wounds in society. At every turn, I’m going to do my tiny little bit to heal them. A smile perhaps, to someone who needs one. Support, when some is lacking.
When the sky is dark, a chink of light is most welcome. I’m not going to fixate on what we’ve lost. The best weapons at my disposal are bikes and cameras and keyboards. More people on bikes the target. Copenhagen will shortly be a foreign destination, but I want to see every city in Britain, take on its urban characteristics. Highlight the gorgeous and espouse the sensible.
Community. Community. Community. Ours are battered and tattered. I’m going to put my energies into community endeavours with fervour and optimism. ‘Be the change you want to see’ is a cliché and a truth.
So that’s it. It’s been political. It’s been cathartic. I’m done. Business as – almost – usual from here on in.