Is it about a bicycle?
Mostly, but quite a lot of other things, some with a bicycle connection and others with none.
We (John and Sheila) live and work (unpaid now we are retired) in Lymington beside the Solent on the southern edge of the New Forest.
Quite a lot of our recreational time was spent walking, locally in and around the New Forest but also climbing into the hills, scrambling along ridges and reaching mountain summits. Cycling was something that we fell into by accident, taking part in the "Gridiron", which is an organised annual cycle ride around the New Forest, and then going for a few days cycle touring (short daily distances) along part of the Sustrans "West Country Way" with some friends who were experienced cyclists. In fact at the time Sheila was still recovering from an illness and ended up driving the support car.
We started out with a Trek mountain bike that John had bought himself some years before as a late 40th birthday present; and Sheila's 'Pink Peril', an unbranded and very heavy hybrid bike. From there we have progressed to joined-up cycling on a tandem including venturing from two wheels to three... Lots more in BICYCLES.
Cycling co-existed with walking, climbing, cross-country skiing and snow shoeing until the cartilage in one of John's knees decided to wear out. Luckily the no impact rotational action of pedalling is still OK and tandem touring has now been extended to include mountains and Cols so as to still take us by human power into high places.
His expression when I encountered it was unexpectedly reassuring. His face was gross and far from beautiful but he had modified and assembled his various unpleasant features in some skilful way so that they expressed to me good nature, politeness and infinite patience. In the front of his peaked official cap was an important-looking badge and over it in golden letters was the word SERGEANT. It was Sergeant Pluck himself.