I watched the last episode of Gone Fishing with Bob Mortimer and Paul Whitehouse last week, and I thought of Matt and I sat at various bus stops, churchyards and cafes. Drinking tea is our angling.
We don't really care what people think of us, or if they understand the simple pleasure of meeting every week.
Sometimes we talk serious subjects, almost nothing, stupid topics, or laugh with and at each other.
We have differing views on somethings, agree on others, change our minds or just agree to disagree.
I hope we never take the meetings for granted.
I must admit it took a little time to readjust after they started again, I was use to solo bike rides. Stopping and talking was unusual.
At first I couldn't settle down, I don't know why but I was eager to get on the bike again. I think maybe because I always had in my mind needing to get back for Marcia. The carers are visiting again, so I can slow down.
I'm not sure if we'll go back to meeting at the green and cycling together to our tea drinking location, or if it will be solo rides to the designated place. Either seems to work, and doesn't feel odd.
Doing our own thing feels okay, Saturday we ride alone most of the time, coming together on Sunday.
Lining up group rides give me extra to look forward to, life is still fairly solitary.
Two bad days this week.