Decided to head to the park on bikes when after checking the train times, going to the sea at the time we were leaving would mean we'd get there and it'll be dark, although seemed alluring and a real-adventure - I even prepared torches for the journey meant when the moment finally came and we made it to the door - it was the park. If only we lived close to the sea, then we'd get to see it everyday.
Went sliding and slippering in-and-around puddles deep and wide on this dismal dreary London-day. I'm surprised anyone is about. I'm very impressed tennis is being played and the woman is rather good. Plenty of dog-lovers, of course I'm free to eye-up dogs of all sizes and breeds, whichever takes my fancy. I feel I could be this leery man eye-ing up the opposite sex, but staring at dogs is an innocent activity because you can stare at dogs and not get leered back although this could be questionable, some dogs have a mean stare about them. Anyway it's a sign of appreciation 'what a beautiful specimen' I'd breath out downward dog. Some of the nicer dog-owners smile back, although lately there's one dog-owner that refuses to smile or acknowledge me. Most dog-owners I have met are very friendly and would happily engage in a heart-warming conversation until it's time to go..catch 'em without their hound and it's a different story. Like one parent I know who has a dog called Harry, I met Harry before her it's a very English-thing. Anyway to get back to my day I whizz pass dogs, people walking their dogs, mums covered in huge plastic sheeting with a snug-baby glued to their front, sucking on paper-cup coffee, the mother that is. I cruise up and down the slight hills of Brockwell park and manage to get thrown off my bike! I slide and find I can't stay-up and I see myself falling closer and closer to the ground until there's a point I just have to let-go and give-in to this fall, there's no turning-back - off my bike I go. I was going unconceivably and uncontrollably downhill reaching a fork, mumbled which-way and turned a sharp left, on a dry day it's a blissed-out curve but on a wet-day, well it's a different story. Nothing like enduring rainfall to make you feel the vunerability of your human-side, your flesh and bones. On impact I found my body slammed against the ground, luckily for me the ground was wet and slippery! So I slid across the earth. I had had enough! Suffered no injuries to say but a slush-slide in the mud, I felt 4 again, although I don't hold a memory of anything like this occurring to me at 4, I imagined as a kid this would be it! Couldn't find myself to stay-down long to slosh-it out, I quickly fell back to my age and grew distance from the distinct smell of earth to rise-up. I didn't dare think how messed up I was, did a face, quickly scanned who-saw, just a fat-woman with a trolley feeding ducks by the pond (in this weather? I tell you people who you don't think would be about are still about!) hopped a bit to shake-away the sensation of pain in my right leg and decided the left fork was not where we wanted to go and picked my bike up to face the flat non-muddy right-lane, cursed a bit and rode off feeling a weak sensation in my right ankle, other than that I was still bloody-alive. With my son crying after me "Muuumm!" like how kids do. Yes even mums fall.
