The house is very quiet now- it's a week and a day since Ben flew away. But it is extraordinary how closely we are in contact. When I spent time in California and then crossed to Florida in the 1960s my parents knew nothing. I phoned them- a big deal- on birthdays and wrote to them once a month or so, maybe. But when Ben gets on his bike he starts up Garmin and we can follow him wherever he goes in huge detail (see left) Then we go to sleep and when I wake up I read his blog and find out the details of his journey and am reassured that he hasn't been eaten by bears and has found somewhere to eat supper and spend the night.
I feel a bit guilty now. My poor mother, in the end my father wrote to me and told me she was mad with despair and could I please tell let them know what I was doing and where I was. I came back to the UK after that (and after meeting Larry and everything). Thank you Ben, keep biking. Read it yourself here.
I feel a bit guilty now. My poor mother, in the end my father wrote to me and told me she was mad with despair and could I please tell let them know what I was doing and where I was. I came back to the UK after that (and after meeting Larry and everything). Thank you Ben, keep biking. Read it yourself here.