The walk to the station this morning rekindled my friendly jealousy of those that run our local businesses, the sun pouring over golden sands as I walked into a high street awakening and businesses preparing for the day reminded me of the community that I miss. It is easy to look at the local stores selling low value goods and struggling to make a living and justify traveling for work but it’s always much harder to see the negatives when its a glorious day in a peaceful seaside town. I think it’s healthy that my jealousy has returned, don’t misunderstand me it is not a nasty jealousy just a desire to be part of that local scene, I may still have some way to go but it shows that I remain committed to the end goal.
Thanks go out to my pal Joe Ortiz for reminding me that I will come ‘off pause’* and restart where I left of with renewed vigour and determination, the greatest asset that a man can have is good people who believe in him in that department I am truly wealthy. I was also delighted that Jerry took the time to tell me of the local opportunities, unfortunately the numbers don’t add up at the moment but I will keep a watching brief. There are two pubs in the village of Kirby and the well established competition has thrown the towel in against the refurbished and much-loved Ship, fantastic that people take the time to alert me to the opportunity. It is only a matter of time and I will continue to do all in my power to minimise the delay, I won’t rest until I have my pub and obviously I won’t be able to rest when I do have it.
Honourable mention today goes to Sean who I met in the hotel this afternoon, Sean looks remarkably well for a man who broke his collar-bone in a motorcycle accident 3 weeks ago. Sean’s accident was on the race track which he left with a neat fracture, the stubborn gene kicked in and ensured that by the time he had got home and booked into the local fracture clinic he had displaced the fracture so he is now a proud member of the metalwork club, welcome mate. I have ensured that Sean has enough anecdotes of my silliness, refusal to accept advice and spectacular recovery to defeat his wife’s demands that he takes it easy and listens to advice, the collarbone may not be as debilitating as the wrist but it’s still only Ms Nature and we can’t let her win. Top marks for getting a fracture clinic to provide a date when he will be fit enough to ride again, that must have been like asking a paramedic the best knot for a noose!
Motorcycles are not dangerous, they are not the cause of accidents, they are simply misrepresented on account of some of the injuries that they generate. The root cause of these accidents is not the vehicle but physics, any object decelerating over such short distances must abide by the rules of physics and yield to the applied forces.
*My FaceBook account was ‘The Ship’ then ‘Still Hunting’ and now ‘On Pause’ it’s my way of still being able to proclaim that I am not actually on FaceBook