Autumn colours – no more excuses for not dragging my sorry arse out on the trail
Ok, I admit it. Each year when the clocks fall back, something changes in me - I find it more difficult to motivate myself to go out cycling.
Maybe it’s because the trails are muddier (although they were muddy this summer, too). Maybe, because the days are shorter, I feel less helpful to my family if I go out all day on my bike. Or, maybe it’s because there are far more sensible things to be doing, especially indoors in front of imaginary log fires.
But this Sunday, I decided that I must overcome these feelings and saddled up the trusted Yeti for a trip to the local woods. And boy, did I realize what I’d been missing:
Beautiful Autumn colours – ultra vivid reds, yellows, and oranges covering the landscape in a rich tapestry
Less people on the trails – equals more chance for me to experiment without feeling so self conscious
Walkers that are out there in the woods at this time of year are having a ball – Especially the kids collecting piles of leaves to kick through, watched on by jealous parents wishing they too were kids again
Then there’s the comedy of the Red Setter owner. You know the guy, he’s in every autumnal wood - He’s walking round in circles clutching a dog lead. Between shouts out, he’s frantically asking anyone and everyone if they’ve seen his missing dog.Enthusiastically we all volunteer to help. But, it’s a vain search, as the chameleon-like Red Setter is all but obscured by the autumnal fallen leaves.
The game ends when someone remembers that Red Setters always just run round in slightly larger circles than the rest of us, stepping and cycling slightly wider, we manage to catch fleeting glimpses of him between the leaves and shadows. And, not long after that he is caught proper, to great cheers and relief for the owner.
Then there are the heartwarming Autumnal smells and sensations – The drifting scent of gentle burning log fires, wood burning stoves, bonfires and charcoal. The feeling of happily getting muddy, in the knowledge that soon you’ll be sitting in a hot bath with a steaming cup of tea as the smell of a casserole, slow cooking in the oven, wafts up the stairs.
You know what? I think I’d go mad if I lived somewhere where there weren’t seasons, for there isn’t one that I don’t love.