I travelled along NCN route 6 this evening to avoid traffic lights and indeed got all the way 10km home through the cities and boroughs of Salford and Bury without a single red light. This is a very special occurance and is probably due to the whole of the chinese nation simultaneously jumping, the alignment of the planets or maybe just the summer solstice. I hardly ever catch the first 3 green lights together as each crosses a major road but deciding not to push my luck I headed back the rest of the way via a longer but traffic light lite route taking in Littleton Road, Drinkwater Park and Clifton Road.
As I turned onto Meadow Lane, close to Salford University I saw a small lad fall off his bike. He wasn’t travelling at speed but misjudged a kerb and fell sideways with the bike falling on top of him. I guess he was about 6 years old and looked far more capable and bicycly advanced than either of my two but as I cycled past him in a bloodless and tearless heap I asked if he was okay. He didn’t reply but as he was a bit slow to get to his feet I thought I’d stop to check he wasn’t hurt. He pointed to a bloodless scuff on his palm and if that was his biggest injury then he was just fine but I watched him stand up and asked if his legs were okay and he grunted a yes. I wasn’t expecting thanks from him and didn’t want to linger too long and attract the wrong sort of attention but as I was about to set off he seemed to be looking steadily at my pannier and piped up “excuse me Mister, have you got any food?”