The B road got progressively steeper until no more
Could the bike seat carry you.
Stopping by the edge of the road at evening
We all decided walking was needed to get home.

With the bottom of your hair bending a curl
And green homemade dress we’d cycled from Staines
Tiredness suddenly overcame high spirits
So the five bikes pushed slowly along.

We took to cycling as a mode of movement
Free and fast the ways belonged to us and time
Home was food, drink and bed, memories
Stored in our legs and head for forty years.

love Mary