“ON CYCLING AND RECYCLING”
beach finds on blue glass plate
I was intrigued by Chris Hoy’s appearance on the news the other night to announce that he was not continuing to compete as a cyclist. He recognises his own limitations and knows when to stop. I liked the fact that he wouldn’t continue just for the applause and the track suit and cycling would become part of the rest and relaxation of his life, rather than pushing over the limit.
This was relevant for me today. I pressed the “Send” button for the final draft of my PRACTICAL WEAVING book to go off to the publishers. I began writing the book in 2009 and finished the first draft before I fell ill. As I gradually recovered, the manuscript was there waiting for me. That helped me to focus on “something else”. And now it’s finished and I can’t wait to see it and feel its weight in my hands summarising 30 years of weaving and teaching experience. there are practical projects to introduce weaving and explore the craft for yourself.
Because it’s taken so long to reach this point – 30 years, really – I look forward to the empty space now that it’s gone. This gives me an opportunity to recycle and sort through more “stuff” and make that empty space physical as well as mental, before I go off on the next adventure. I’ve packed my background notes and photos away for someone else to pick up later and build their own experience. Meantime I will rest on my achievements and not keep going” just for the popularity and the tracksuit”, to quote Sir Chris.
Thinking of cycling in my life brings to mind a trip round the South end of Arran in the summer before I came to live here in 1975. I didn’t realise at that point that I was slowly making the decision to move and was falling in love with this beautiful place. I set off with a Swedish friend from Lamlash and we cycled round to the Ross Road. We didn’t realise that you could buy food in a pub so by the time we got round to the Ross, we were very hungry and looking forward to getting back to Lamlash.
As luck would have it we ended up behind the lorry that was spreading loose chippings on the tarmac of the narrow single lane road. They thought it was funny to keep us walking behind the lorry for a few hundred yards and wouldn’t let us by. They finally relented and we carried on cycling to Glen Scorrodale where we discovered the farm cafe that was run by the McConnell family. Never has food tasted so good.
The rest of the journey was all downhill and worth the ups and downs to get there. I can still feel that wind in my hair as Holy Isle came into view and another magical Arran day convinced me that I wanted to come and live here. So I did.
To find out more about my art and textile work:
To find websites I love:
Scottish Island Mum, especially Day 40
Miracle Design, especially 2009