...with insects, that is. I was supposed to be away until the end of the month, on my bike, but I got bitten by so many weird bugs that it set up cellulitis in one leg, and I started running a high temperature and had to make a trip to the emergency GP at the hospital.
Trust me, you don't want to know what cellulitis looks like, or feels like. It makes you go very red and swollen, and you feel -
seedy.
I'm glad to say I'm now home, and taking it easy. And it is not a work disaster because for once I was not writing about it - it was meant to be a holiday.
I only once travelled by bike for an article and I think I must have been absolutely mad. I was supposed to be writing, among other things, about the extremely interesting River Parrett art trail in Somerset which is a hiking path integrating public art and the local community. All sorts of fun things along the path, and I wanted to include it in my article.
I decided to research the story in an eco friendly way (like I said, I must have been mad) and took my bike on the train to the pleasant town of Taunton with the aim of cycling around and talking to the various people I was supposed to see.
Luckily most of them were local, because from the minute I arrived, the skies opened and it just poured and poured with rain. That was fine till I had to get out to the river to interview this guy. It had finally stopped raining when I set out bravely, only to discover that the roads were flooded and the rain had brought all kinds of debris down. There were literally waterfowl swimming around on parts of these country lanes
I must have gone down the wrong flooded lanes too because I just couldn't find the spot where I was supposed to meet him, and it took so long to cycle to the alternatives that by the time I found what I thought was the right place, he'd gone. There was hardly any mobile phone reception (still the case, I think) and it was in the days before most people had them anyhow.
I learned after that to take a car when working, however un-ecological it was.
Trust me, you don't want to know what cellulitis looks like, or feels like. It makes you go very red and swollen, and you feel -
I'm glad to say I'm now home, and taking it easy. And it is not a work disaster because for once I was not writing about it - it was meant to be a holiday.
I only once travelled by bike for an article and I think I must have been absolutely mad. I was supposed to be writing, among other things, about the extremely interesting River Parrett art trail in Somerset which is a hiking path integrating public art and the local community. All sorts of fun things along the path, and I wanted to include it in my article.
I decided to research the story in an eco friendly way (like I said, I must have been mad) and took my bike on the train to the pleasant town of Taunton with the aim of cycling around and talking to the various people I was supposed to see.
Luckily most of them were local, because from the minute I arrived, the skies opened and it just poured and poured with rain. That was fine till I had to get out to the river to interview this guy. It had finally stopped raining when I set out bravely, only to discover that the roads were flooded and the rain had brought all kinds of debris down. There were literally waterfowl swimming around on parts of these country lanes
I learned after that to take a car when working, however un-ecological it was.
