All posts by deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.

Meanwhile, back in Bath…..

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Earlier this week Bath hosted the end of Stage 5 of the Tour of Britain (cycling).  There was great celebration by our local council, and lots of publicity for the event.

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Many of us turned out on a lovely late summer afternoon to watch as the cyclists and their support teams arrived in Bath.  It was all very exciting – and very very fast.  In fact, all over and done with in about 15 minutes from the first riders coming past to the last.

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There were tents and displays to browse in the park, and the award ceremonies to watch there too.

A shame then that our local council (Bath and NE Somerset) has such a blinkered view…

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Seeing differently: urban cycling the gentle way – building the Happy City

Having just read some horrible accounts of the kinds of thing that sometimes happen to women cyclists, I’d like to make it clear that I am a woman, I’m almost 60, and I live and cycle in Bath. And I’d like to be able to safely do it a lot more. Here’s how….

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Here’s another version of my vision of how I’d like my home city to be.

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Ferrara, northern Italy.  Photos taken (by Malcolm) one afternoon in the summer, about 4 years ago.  The photos below are from a series he took within 5 minutes from a single spot.

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You’ve probably noticed that something is striking by its absence: motor vehicles of any kind.  This changes everything.

Another historic and busy tourist destination, a World Heritage Centre, with a different understanding of how life could be better for all of us.  Just ordinary people going about their ordinary everyday life. No lycra, no helmets. No need for either.

Old, young, hip, staid – everyone is cycling or walking.  Slowly and sensibly.  No competition between the pedestrians and the cyclists – after all…

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Seeing differently: active travel revisited – changing the conversation

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We were talking about this over supper the other night (a delicious meal all home grown and home cooked by our lovely neighbours).  We were mulling over why it is that a very aggressive and negative image of cycling seems to prevail in our home city (and elsewhere).  I was talking about cyclists and walkers, and our host expressed the view that part of the problem is the language we use.

We talk about cyclists.  We talk about walkers.  We talk about car drivers.  As if they were different species, or at the very least different people.

But of course, they’re not.  Most of us who cycle are also walkers, most are also car drivers, are also buggy pushers, are also runners (and may also at times be people with limited mobility).  And at each of those times we may be doing something different, but we are the same person.

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