In Tandem: East-West
PORTOBELLO
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45 MILES
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GLASGOW, SCOTLAND
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Parked Up – Groyne 4 - Jane Lindsay Martin
During the pandemic restrictions it’s been brilliant to see so many people - both young and old - out and about on bikes; some pottering enjoying a slower pace or cycling to connect with nature; others speeding by, getting their miles in.
I spotted this cute little balance bike by chance one blustery March lunchtime. I’d got out of the house to stretch my legs and clear my head. My walk took me west along the Prom and back along the beach towards my destination: an afternoon at the work laptop.
As I dropped from the concrete onto the sand, a backward glance spotted the bike parked up at Groyne 4. The bike’s little owner was immersed in a game by the water whilst mum and dad chatted with friends in the requisite socially distanced circle.
I paused to take a snap on my phone, enjoying the traditional design details that had been given a cool look. The contrast between the sun catching the bike frame and the rough texture of the barnacles/seaweed on the soggy wood also caught my attention.
It wasn’t ‘til later that I noticed that the tide was lapping at the bike’s sandy wheels. Funny what you see when you take time to really look.
During the pandemic restrictions it’s been brilliant to see so many people - both young and old - out and about on bikes; some pottering enjoying a slower pace or cycling to connect with nature; others speeding by, getting their miles in.
I spotted this cute little balance bike by chance one blustery March lunchtime. I’d got out of the house to stretch my legs and clear my head. My walk took me west along the Prom and back along the beach towards my destination: an afternoon at the work laptop.
As I dropped from the concrete onto the sand, a backward glance spotted the bike parked up at Groyne 4. The bike’s little owner was immersed in a game by the water whilst mum and dad chatted with friends in the requisite socially distanced circle.
I paused to take a snap on my phone, enjoying the traditional design details that had been given a cool look. The contrast between the sun catching the bike frame and the rough texture of the barnacles/seaweed on the soggy wood also caught my attention.
It wasn’t ‘til later that I noticed that the tide was lapping at the bike’s sandy wheels. Funny what you see when you take time to really look.