Dear very dangerous cyclists, yes you, the couple of gentlemen riding through Uphill, one on the road, one on the narrow pavement. You were wearing cycling shorts and helmets and wraparound sunglasses and you were merrily chatting away as you approached me and the dog as we walked along the path. I slowed down and moved against the railings of the Bluebell Field. I pulled the dog on a shorter lead, expecting you sir, the one riding along the pavement to move onto the road, and then both of you to give my a wide berth – two metres is the distance, isn’t it? You know that! However, you riding along the pavement – which is only just over a metre wide kept riding, and almost ran into the dog.
“Can you not ride of the road!” I shouted. Did you apologise? Did you even reply? Did you above all move onto the road where you should be cycling? No! No! No!
How very rude, how very dangerous, how very inconsiderate!!
Why did you think it fine that I should stop and get out of your way? Why did you think you riding on the pavement was any way alright?
You’re not a little child learning to ride! you’re not an unthinking kid who doesn’t always do the right thing! You are a bloke of about twenty, arrogant, dangerous and inconsiderate.
In these troubled times, as we do our once daily walk, we take extreme care to walk round other people, sometimes crossing the road to avoid them – and they do the same for us. We call out a cheery ‘thank you! to each other.
As i looked back, you were going into the small wood, on your bikes; the small wood where children and village people walk (these days trying to avoid each other) I hope you took more care riding among the trees than riding on the pavement.
A walker and dog
My featured image is of the Bluebell Field