Monday, July 19, 2004

DAY 17

This month's entry to the good folks at Bears Will Attack


Timidity, foolhardiness or routine?

The paths in my life are determined by these options.

Rain of biblical proportions flooded the patio. Next up came marble sized hail. I’ve just been reading about those epic midsummer storms on the Great Plains, but I didn’t expect one in Greater London.

It was Saturday. So, no choices allowed. After a late breakfast and 20 minutes debating the week’s menu, food shopping is obligatory.

Rover, with his trusty one litre engine, knows the route. Down the hill, past the grubby fast food outlets of Norwood Road, skirting Brockwell Park with its fine views of the Metropolis. At the staggered crossroads, we hang right on the edges of the Norh Dulwich Triangle. But, soon our path is blocked by the remnants of the earlier cloudburst.

Whilst brave souls in SUVs, Beamers and rust buckets slosh through two foot depths lying under the railway bridge, Rover waits as I choose an option.

We take the cowards way, doubling back to higher ground.

Safe, but so unexciting.

:: Posted by pete @ 12:58