No Pressure, No Pressure

When you are like me, you do feel pressure to be always wanting to do stuff, or be seen to be wanting to do stuff. To be active. To be interesting. To be fit.

I was great at it last week when the weather was warm and dry, but this last  three days, motivation has been hard to find during these last days of my time off, and I feel guilty about it...I feel I should be it Attenborough reserve like I'd thought about, or walking around Southwell.

In the end I sorted out a lot of rubbish in my flat, and sat writing on my very very old internet incapable 14 year old laptop. And felt fine.

Today, I just wandered around, photographing strange Italian TR7 knock offs, or off road vehicles outside posh flats that will never go off road in their lives. I wondered what the little white flowers were that were like little white harebells, and thought about the crumbling back of the Corn Exchange, another building that has been allowed to go rot in this town.

On the exercise bike in a bit as I feel fat.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 28.04.18

Vintage Rally Shenanigans

First up, what the hell is a shenanigan anyway? Sounds sort of Irish to me.

So, I had a really painful night, repeatedly awoken by these pretty sharp back spasms, and indeed they were still bothering me this morning. I rested up on bed all morning, and even then when I tried to go into town I was still having twinges, oh by jingo!

But the worst thing you can do with these sorts of conditions is to just lock yourself away in your bedroom. It's been a lovely day as well. So, I made sure I took pain killers, and rode into town, and to the library, and made sure I moved around. Eventually I was able to get about ok.

Just about.

So, later on I decided to have another potter, and got into town to see what appeared to be a stopover point for some kind of vintage car rally. Three small, shiny and extremely noisy little vintage sports cars, complete with older folk who looked pretty much like the sort of folk you'd expect to see driving such a car, were sat being admired by the townsfolk.

Two of them were GNs, which apparently is a "cyclecar" type light sports car from the 1910s-20s, powered by V twin cyclinder engines. Made in Hendon and Wandsworth, London, they were apparently very popular models at the time, although not if you lived next door to one, I fancy.

Not exactly milk floats in terms of noise level. But a lot of fun to drive, I'll wager.

Si

All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 17.07.17