Just like all of us, Hannah is looking to survive the social distancing and lockdown. The Diversion Diary is a tale of love under lockdown, and bikes. Only, there’s an added twist: Hannah’s partner, BK, lives in the USA, and they’re locked down on different continents. This week, she’s losing herself in lockdown dreams and fantasies.
We’ve been in lockdown long enough now to really long for things. A routine of sorts is developing, immediate concerns of toilet roll and flour have faded into some kind of new normality. For many of us not on the front lines of healthcare, we’ve got headspace to look forward, to fantasise about what we’ll do when this is over. I’ve seen a few ‘Fantasy Futures’ on social media – given the sort of people I follow, there’s usually a bike, and a trail, and pine needles involved somewhere along the line. Here is mine.
There is a place I really want to go when we’re all free to move again – and it’s not Utah (though I want to go there too). But first, mostly, above all, I want to go to the sea.
There is a particular campsite that I want to go to with BK. I’m not telling you where it is – then it will be forever booked up, and half its charm is the ability to turn up when the weather is right. There’s no online booking system, no marked pitches. It’s just a couple of fields by the sea, a two minute walk from a cove. Here, time it right and you can wade quietly into the cool, calm water as the rocks shelter the high tide from the rest of the sea. Walk a bit further, 15 minutes or so pasts drifts of sea carrot and thrift flowers, and you can have a mile long stretch of white sand almost to yourself. Fly a kite, leap in the waves, body surf, or lie in the sand – that short walk keeps the crowds at bay and gives you all the space you could want.
BK is heavier than me, and my kite is too big for me in such an exposed spot – I want him as ballast. I want him to hold me like in some cheesy RomCom, hands over mine on the kite’s controls. I want him to help carry the picnic through the coastal flowers so that my kids can run ahead unencumbered by anything more than their body boards. I want to egg each other on deeper into the cold sea, and scream as the waves catch warm dry flesh, until we plunge into the water and suddenly everywhere is cold, yet it’s less cold than partial exposure. I want to show him the cave that sucks scarily as the incoming tide swallows it, to wonder together how far it goes. I want to toast marshmallows on a stove between the rocks, out of the wind. To walk back to the campsite at the end of the day warm, tired and sandy with salt in our hair. I want to sit with him by the fire as the last of the embers die down, watching the stars come out and listening to the night time wind whip through the gorse and reeds on the edges of the site.
I want to go to bed tired, and wake up a little chilled and stiff, aches easing as we brew that first coffee of the day with dew between our toes. The quiet faff of the camping cookset, the smell of the gas, the hiss of the warming water.
This is my post-lockdown fantasy. In the scheme of fantasies, it’s a fairly modest one, but it’s the one that has risen to the top among all the other things I want to do in the future. What’s keeping your boat afloat right now? Come with me now into a land of lockdown dreams.
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Dreams – To Future Rides
I am dreaming of future rides too. And you can’t go wrong with a bit of Alan Watts. Though, I’m not too sure about some of their Instagram choices in this video.
Instant Dreamscapes in Isolation
This is an art project of images taken during bike rides in isolation. The rider was with her daughter – it’s worth having headphones in to pick up the faint soundtrack with her daughter’s commentary in it. Anyone who has been for a ride with a young child will surely smile at the recognition of that delight in spotting things and asking questions as you ride along.
If you’re interested in art, this is a nice piece about art under lockdown.
I got my road bike out the other day, for the first time in forever. I remembered there is an annoying tick. I should really get round to checking over all the bolts before I forget about it and have another annoying ride.
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Forty minutes of BMX footage, with a nice laid back sound track – perfect for whiling away the time when you’ve hit that fuzzy dream spot after a strong beer or two.
Maybe you have an idea – a dream – that you turn into reality. Episodes 1-3 of Fingers Crossed BMX are out now, following the dream of making a full suspension BMX. It’s fun, but I did spend half my time wincing at the bodges, and the other half of the time wondering why they didn’t just try riding a slope style bike.
And back to reality. Well, nearly – first, another sort of lockdown dream. I had a plan this week, to sleep in the garden in the hope of finally seeing the hedgehogs that I know are out there. After a bit more prosecco than was wise, and a pint of water to rectify my error of judgement, I snuggled down to sleep. In the early hours, I found myself in some version of the Hope Factory, searching for a toilet. Everywhere I went, there was some problem with the toilets I found. One was in a meeting room, around a conference table. One was actually an armchair in the corner of a staff room, which I was assured was ok because the foam would just soak everything up. I was held up getting to one because I had to stop and talk about flat pedal prototypes, and then someone else got there before me. Fortunately for my sleeping bag, I woke up before finding the perfect porcelain throne in my lockdown dream, and headed back indoors. I still haven’t seen those hedgehogs.
Catch up with the love under lockdown Diversion Diary:
- Week 6 – Making the Most of Lockdown
- Week 5 – Vintage Bike Finds
- Week 4 – Silver Linings and Simple Pleasures
- Week 3 – Making Connections and Breaking Wind
- Week 2 – How to Find Silence In a Virtual World
- Week 1- Alone During Coronoa Virus Lockdown