Holiday Haiku 1

The golden sun hides
behind gossamer cloud veil.
A young bride’s shy smile.

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I’m off again tomorrow, just for a week this time but again with little WiFi access, so next week’s post are being scheduled in advance, along with (in a couple of cases) photos of the scene that inspired them. We are going to the National Tandem Club Rally which we have never been to before and I shall tell you about it on my return.

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Travellers Return

I’m back. We have returned from approximately 8 weeks travelling through France and Spain in our motorhome. We have had a mixed bag of weather – snow (yes, snow), rain, thunderstorms, strong winds and I admit, some hot days with sunshine – enough to at least show some slight signs of a suntan (I’m fair skinned and don’t tan easily at the best of times), but generally a lot colder than we are used to when visiting this time of the year.

Family at La Pedals de CLip

Photo from La Pedals de Clip website

I now have an awful lot of catching up to do so I don’t intend to give you chapter and verse of my time away. However one thing we did do is take part once again La Pedals de Clip, a rally for classic road-race bikes, together with our daughter. I have reported on this event in the past (here) so there is no need for me to fully explain it again. Basically it is a fun event that ‘does exactly what it says on the tin’, very friendly and enjoyable. My husband and I both rode our Henry Burton classic bikes (built locally to our home in the UK) and our daughter rode her James Fothergill which was built in Liverpool. At one point I thought I might not be able to take part, having taken a tumble from my bike a couple of weeks before the event and hurt my elbow rather badly – beware of pedestrians in Spain, they have right of way apparently and do not always look before stepping out to cross the road! (Hubby stopped suddenly to avoid hitting the pedestrian and I crashed into hubby’s bike.) Fortunately the pain had subsided sufficiently by the ride day, although I did ache a bit afterwards!

Always a fairly tough ride, up and hill and down dale with a final 1Km hill climb to the castle of Sant Marti Sarroca where the event finishes, this year’s ride was tougher than last time we did it due to an almost continuous strong headwind all the way round. (I gather that last year’s event, which we didn’t do, was worse as the weather was very cold and wet.)

We made one or two interesting observations at the cycling event. First we got the impression that there seemed to be slightly fewer participants than previously – possible due to last year’s weather – but there did seem to be more younger people in evidence, which must bode well for the future of the event. I also got the impression that there was not as many females this time and in fact I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I was probably one of the oldest females, if not the oldest, taking part.

Before we went away I challenged myself to write at least one poem a week during the holiday. Usually when on holiday I do very little writing other than keeping a journal so I decided I wanted to make better use of some of my ‘spare time’. Although I didn’t literally  write a poem every week, (some weeks I wrote two and then maybe nothing for the next week) overall I wrote 9 poems plus 2 Elfje, 2 Tanka and 10 Haiku or Senryu and I wrote my usual journal. I have impressed myself – not bad for just under 8 weeks away! Most of the poems do need some further polishing (I didn’t say they were good poems!) but I hope to share the Elfje, Tanka and Haiku/Senryu with you over the coming days, starting here with one about my little accident:

Falling off my bike
the road bites my arm and leg.
My elbow swells up.

 

Corner

Despite the sunshine
chill wind blows round the corner.
I pull my coat tight.

Dismal Day

Dull and dismal day.
Grey clouds chased by wind and rain.
Postman brings bad news.

October

Red Spotted Toadstools

 

In woodland glades
red-spotted toadstools appear.
October colours.

Rain Dance

Brown and scorched the grass,
relentless the heat and drought.
Time for a rain dance.

Golden

Golden buttercups,
shining like miniature suns;
bright spots in my lawn.

Returning

A few days away
and cherry blossom gone,
but look — cherries form.

Returning
I refill
the bird feeders.
Rare visitor flies in.
Jackdaw.

Fragrances

Heady fragrances;
new-mown grass and oil seed rape.
Sneezing – A-ti-shoo!

Bread

Domesticity
beckons on a dismal day —
smell of baking bread.

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