Knife Edge
“Soon, the houses gave way to hedgerows and old stone walls, colours and textures that normally blurred past in a car made suddenly sharp. Cresting the rise, he changed gear, the pedals easier now as he rode out into the countryside. The rattle of an approaching train drew his eyes to the right – the railway line had drawn in beside him and he smiled, thinking that he would soon be returning past this point, looking down on the road from a carriage.
Ahead, his view opened out across rolling hill...s and newly harvested fields. Bales of hay were stacked on the horizon, golden monoliths like standing stones against the skyline. He lifted his head, relishing the breeze that rushed by his ears as he coasted down the hill, leaning in to follow the curve of the tarmac as it swept down below the level of the railway embankment.
A mile or so later, he left the main road, bearing right at a small village, pedalling along a street without pavements, and on through stands of old trees and open green fields.MoreLess
Ahead, his view opened out across rolling hill...s and newly harvested fields. Bales of hay were stacked on the horizon, golden monoliths like standing stones against the skyline. He lifted his head, relishing the breeze that rushed by his ears as he coasted down the hill, leaning in to follow the curve of the tarmac as it swept down below the level of the railway embankment.
A mile or so later, he left the main road, bearing right at a small village, pedalling along a street without pavements, and on through stands of old trees and open green fields.MoreLess
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