My battered knees are slowly healing and have now reached what could best be termed the crispy stage: I can get around, but it isn’t much fun to pedal.
I do not like being deprived of my daily bike rides, particularly on brilliant spring mornings. Though the river was quiet today and I could peer down and watch the fish squirming about in the green luminous water.
In my (vibrantly obsessive) childhood I refused to swim in fresh water because fish scared me. I also refused to eat them, for similar reasons. Now I am hugely entertained by the thought of the aquatic life all around me.