Fishing & Boneshakers - a Memory of Priddy.
I was very proud of my first bike - even if it was a relic from the '50's or even earlier. My schoolmates took the mick - they had Sun racers or the new Raleigh Choppers. My oldie had rod brakes & weighed a ton - or that's what it felt like pushing it up the many Somerset Hills.
But it was a taste of freedom, & as I'd recently taken up fishing I would cycle & push it up to Priddy Pools, further laden with my fishing gear. I was often accompanied my my elder brother, who would vanish to drink Wadworth 6X or scrumpy at the Hunter's Lodge Inn. The Pool was - I was told - home to pike, roach & tench. I never hooked anything bigger than a Minnow or Stickleback, & when I was doing some research for this memory found only those & Perch mentioned.
The ride back was more down than up hill, & my heavy old clunker went quite fast with the aid of gravity - too fast for the brakes, & more than once I ended up in a hedge. The heap shrugged it off, & I bounced better in those days!
A memory shared byon Apr 8th, 2019.
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