Back in the mists of time. 31st August 2009 to be exact. A cat said hello. A mountain bike ride up from Ladybower, leading onto one of the little roads near Aston, and there was this cat.
A tickle, a purr, and then a turn of the wheel to the climb.
Off up Win Hill, and en route this view.
Then cycled past Hope Cross, along the Roman road, to the rocky winding descent to Rowlee Bridge and the old farmhouse.
The descent we'd been down many times, tricky, technical, dangerous, and one that on this occasion caused a little bit of a problem.
I exceeded the the speed possible over giant moon-rock sized boulders, exceed the ability of my brakes to retard that speed, and exceeded my skill and ability. It was fun, a moment of out of control and exhilarating madness of hope, then crashing to the ground to win tremendous bruising with a bonus serving of concussion.
My swollen head
My eyes were spinning round in my head, like the reels on a fruit machine, for about a month.
Will be getting the bike out again this weekend. Won't be doing that downhill yet. The nose is still slightly out of shape six years later. But the rest if me is still here, head still just about attached and now with all new added helmet, and hopefully that cat is still with us.
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