Nature restored to its true beauty. Grass free from it’s cold confinement. Thick swarms of ivy, aggressive in it’s growth, an untamed elegance. Clear sapphire skies elevated over dense foliage. The tangle of weeds with in flower beads lurked amongst a few withered plants. Fresh cut grass, releasing it’s warm damp scent. Distant sounds to be heard from every direction, from the quiet chirp of newborn chicks, to the fierce squeals of triumphant children. Various shaded green leaves grown upon once decayed trees, now reborn, sheltering flourishing flowers. Household gardens all similar but none identical, all rich in their own unique way, flowers coordinated in colour and size. Calm, cool breezes whistling through shrubs, voyaging across open grass fields festered with the odd parched patch where desiccated mud is exposed. Yet still nature’s landmark remains awe-inspiring, only now to be teeming with alluring blue bells.
Definitely the seasons are truly spectacular, therefore what better way to experience them, than being out side with them. Since I have lived in Cam I have achieved the ability to ride a bike, and further more, mountain biking has become a much-desired hobby. The pleasures of mountain biking are endless, however no ride will ever be more brilliant than my first serious up-hill bike ride, the emotions of completing it successfully were overwhelming. My destination was directly at the top of toads-more hill. Agreeably the weather was not at it’s best, cold and damp conditions with moist, misty air. However from the instance I gained balance I was ready. Pushing off from the pavement curb, I was ecstatic I was completely complacent. It was obvious this was to be a struggle but I was not at tall fazed. Half way to my destination, I was on top of the world, untouchable until… my eyes wondered as they caught a glimpse of an advertising billboard. I didn’t feel so untouchable now actually rather delicate. For one short shock second I was clueless, thank fully fine, accidents happen. I managed to clamber back upon my bike. I was facing the monstrous hill, unaware how steep it actually was. I chose the more exciting route up through the forest, of course more difficult but initially worth the struggle. My pace decreased I had slight doubts, to the extent my body could be pushed to. My morale vanished as I had a constant shower of mud being hauled up from beneath my front wheel. I had to take a controlled beak, as my breathing was heavy, head dizzy and whole body weak, I was distraught, but sure to continue, my determination drove on. Straining muscles, panting desperately, slowing my pace drastically. Another break, I never at any previous moment come near to estimating the physical and mental power needed to complete this pain-stacking ride. To continue, I began pacing regaining energy, when suddenly over a ridge I briefly sighted water. I wandered down to a large, smooth, flat rock ridged over the water, a perfect diving board. Cautious I stripped down to my underwear, took a deep breath and dived into the luxuriously cool water. I rose to the surface, spluttering. After regaining myself, a rush of sudden happiness took over my body. Balancing upon the surface, relaxed, rejuvenated. I was ecstatic to be completely stress-free with nothing and no one to bother me. I could stay there as long as I liked, no one would miss me and no one would come looking for me. Fresh and calm again, I flew, gliding down the hill (the advantage of up hill biking!) burning inside in the anticipation of telling my family of my unbelievable adventure.
Therefore my positive over view of Cam is ever growing, I can only wish that Cam’s surrounding towns and villages were as delightful as Cam. For I portray Cam as an elegant butterfly fluttering amongst dark, dismal battered surroundings.
