Achilles Blog 47 – 3.9.14. The 3 Amigos in Hastings

Didn’t know when we (me, sister S and Jay) set out, that a day in Hastings on the Hastings-Bexhill cycle path along the seafront was going to take so long, be so short and entertain so many. We hired our bikes from High-tide cycles and almost as soon as I got on mine, I nearly came off…but this time my weak leg was just strong enough to keep me upright. S said she hadn’t ridden a bike for a few decades and went on to defy accepted wisdom and absolutely prove that she had forgotten how to. With Jay holding the seat and/or handle-bars and gently and patiently coaxing her along… we went a whole 5 yards. About 3 stop/start hours and 4 miles or so later S and I got to Bexhill….while Jay, who previously could not ride because of feeling unstable, shot off (look! no hands)…raced to Bexhill and met us coming back, before shooting off in the other direction after stopping for lunch (see pics). All the way, the lovely citizens of Hastings encouraged me and S along, gave S advice on balance and told us their riding experiences. It only took a determined S an hour to get back to Hastings….and when I wanted to stop for an icecream..she sailed past looking over her shoulder saying she wasn’t about to stop on purpose….she was right cos she then immediately wobbled to a stop accidently. One little boy (4?) said his dad still has to push him and was well impressed that S had ‘learnt’ so quickly. Yay!! S can ride a bike!! ….and Jay is now a candidate for the Tour de France. Jay was so impressed with himself we bought his rickety second-hand hire bike for Β£50 and took it home. Although any bike-riding on an incline is still a problem for me (my foot is not keen to dorsi-flex upwards)..I can see progress…and further progress will be as much about confidence as about physio…

We came back from Hastings to go to the funeral of friend Chris Holland (74)…the church was literally packed to the rafters. Chris did so much to improve the lot of his fellow humans it did leave me wondering what on earth I was going to do to make a difference. Chris was a civil engineer, building tunnels and roads and designing airports and latterly helping victims of landmines in Laos….I can’t match the scale of this. Think I’ve got no choice but to just try and be the absolute best I can be…. like this outstanding puppeteer making a one-to-one difference…


los 3 amigos look - 1 hand 1


About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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