(In) The Company of Fools

So here is strange thing ….

Cycling alone is an amazing experience … however I spend a lot of time talking to myself and the things in ‘my world’ that I rely on so heavily …. and which I have named or designated importance to and subsequently talk to …

Tilly is the obvious one but everything that I carry has taken on a level of importance I have not encountered in my life before.

Its a certain type of attachment that has nothing to do with financial value but relates to them being the components that provide structure and security and keep me safe.

I most keenly feel this at times of stress and when i am struggling physically the part of my body that is most problematic takes on a separate identity … an externalization of my anxiety.

Unsurprisingly then I was completely at a loss (figuratively and actually) when I lost my beloved cafetiere mug … i felt that the team was a *man down* and was much more upset at the loss than just missing out on a morning *proper coffee* would countenance.

This may all appear strange but given the right circumstances it is amazing what level of importance and anthropamorphisation one will give to inanimate objects …

This interests me because it is a personal study into the ways that I try to control my immediate Environment and articles associated with it.

A cycling friend in Germany, Sophie, has also expressed the importance of basis when you are so dependant on them … something we don’t often encounter in Western Europe … she has her trusty old bike wheel on her wall … it took her around S E Asia – much of it alone – and cannot be parted from it.

None of my thoughts are new but to be able to engage with them on this Level is interesting – the Level also fluctuates depending on whether I am able to conceptualize at any given time that this is an ongoing journey and is not just a short ‘Holiday’ from which I will return in the near future … human thinking is really flexible and I find I switch in and out of different types of thinking at the drop of a hat!

Together we continue – long may it be so – and as a team we make up the Company of Fools!!!


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British born, longterm in the nomadic life. In Bath it was boats. Currently its bikes. The eternal search for a place called home but not with any sense of sadness. The joy derived from the journey is incredible. Following my passions for visual and linguistic narration I am writing and snapping my way across the planet, one pedal at a time. Contact me and let's see what we can collaborate on!

One thought on “(In) The Company of Fools”

  1. Sounds like an epic adventure. We finally found you again… well kind of!
    Big lick from zak the big black dog 🙂 x


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