Cycling

I started cycling in war-torn London and vividly recall the destruction caused by the indiscriminate bombing by V1 and V2 rockets and the people rummaging through piles of debris looking for personal items.

The serenity of cycling was a contrast to this.  It influenced my life and the sense of adventure gave me the strength of mind, courage and determination to overcome life’s setbacks with the added bonus of enjoying life.  A new existence opened up for me.  In cycling you appreciate England’s historical architecture, sublime churches and beautiful scenery.

I joined a cycling club and found most members were older as the younger ones were away fighting.  I made genuine friendships and was introduced to travel which had been a previously undreamed venture for a young boy.

The war ended with a profusion of street parties with allied flags everywhere - colourful bunting hung from every tree and lamp post.  Everyone dug deep into their rationed food reserves.  Tables stretched from street to street.  There was singing, dancing and a joyous cacophony. 

Hostilities had ceased. 

Peace at last!                                                          

  Derek  Buttle