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Summer Slow
Luce Smith, Features Writer
Slow Down! - photo by Warrick Wynne
I’m trying to find an app, that will slow things down. I want the experiences of life to take longer. We do everything so fast, that I wonder if we are really thinking as fast as we are doing? As an app was nowhere to be found, I decided to take my own first step, and wrote a letter. One that wouldn’t be read for days. One with a pen and paper, to my bestie in Australia. I found great joy in writing it, and the way it felt. I found a greater joy in knowing that it wouldn’t get read for about 10-14 days. It was weird texting during the postal time, not talking about what I’d written, but it was weird in a good way.

Everything we do is instant. Or almost. Apart from my getting to work on a bike. See that was another speed thing to begin with. I time myself, obviously, because my watch can do it, and tell me if I’m being slower than normal, or if I’ve upped my game. I started cycling to work 3 months ago, and up until about a week ago, it was a race. Can I beat my last time? But I then got to where I feel is my best, and ……. Well, I don’t want to train to cycle to work the fastest ever, so what’s the alternative? Enjoy it. I look around when I’m peddling along, looking at the trees, the rubbish on the roads, the cars going past, and listening to the music people are listening to. The best, and worst bit, is the smell. I cycle past a breakfast butty place, and my mouth waters every time. Why does bacon smell so good?!!

Is it my age do you think? Am I actually reaching, what I call, but will never admit to being, middle aged?

Shopping is another experience, and I have to say, I hope no one with isolation or loneliness issues shop at the cheap supermarkets. Not that I have anything against them, but the speed of checking items out at the till, takes away any opportunity to talk. To have a conversation! And removes the ability to pack a bag in any neat fashion!

Oh my, I’m ranting. Oh well, whilst I’m on a rant, here’s another. Who pays for the security of football matches, and indeed the World Cup ones?

Is it the clubs? Is it the association (am guessing that bit, is there even an association? Oh well, stay with me on this one). Could it be the council? Or, is it the very own…… da da daaaaaaaaa, council tax payers? Yikes! Answers on a postcard please, sent in the post, so it takes a very long time for me to receive them. I googled it in shock the other day (instant answer), as it came up in conversation. It’s not clear. Am I paying for it as a council tax payer? If so, I’m going to start engaging more in the whole football malarkey thing and get my money's worth. Or ask for a refund…..

My poor dog (rant over now), we took her for her first mountain bike ride. (Well, to be clear, we were on bikes, she is ok on her 4 legs for now). We went along the towpath, and she loved it. She only slipped in the canal twice, and both times we dropped our not cheap bikes on the ground and rushed to drag her out! She thanked us by shaking immediately out of the water, so we got covered.

She loves to paddle, but swim? No thank you. Not yet anyway! We didn’t peddle fast, another bonus, and when we hit the pub stop at 8.75miles I was ready for a change of seat! The pub beer garden was a kids' playground, with lots of dogs, and a few humans enjoying a beer in the sun. I thought Bella would need a rest and lie down, but no, she was bright eyed and raring to go. She didn’t mind staying though, once our lunch was brought to us!

After a rest, we set off to go back home, and decided that we were too cautious coming out, thinking Bella would tire, so we peddled a bit faster. Then I heard a sound that I didn’t like, looked back and…….a puncture. See, this was all because we were going too fast! If we’d stayed going slow, it may not have happened.

This year could do with slowing down too. My Grandad feels it's going fast, and at 100.5yrs old, I didn’t think he would somehow. But he’s busy in his garden, digging, weeding, mowing. Like you do! Even he isn’t slowing down. Is it me?

Oh my, maybe I have largo-itus. Is it even a thing? Such fun!

Summer Slow, 27th June 2018, 12:19 PM