I’m delighted to welcome a guest contributor to this blog. Norman Hadley
is a man of many parts – among other things he’s a mountain biker and one of the main men behind pedalnorth
. And he is another lover of Arthur Ransome’s work. And he just happens to be a near neighbour of mine. What are the odds of two mountain biking Ransomephiles living within a few dozen pedal-strokes of each other in a small Lancashire town?
He’s also a very fine poet. Here’s an example, reproduced by very kind permission.
A man called Ransome
showed me how it’s not enough
to teeter out to the furthest rock
in the rush of river, that you had
to name it, had
to own it,
so when you crouched
where the wagtails pirouetted
and the river splashed your sandals
you would, making sure that
noone else could hear you, whisper,
Stepping Stones, Eskdale. Not really Ransome country, but sometimes it’s the spirit that matters…