Yesterday I walked from Clapton to the Southbank, thinking about manners. In particular, manners and cycling.
I do much of my most productive thinking about my work as I travel from place to place, whether on foot or bike or car, and cycling in particular feels pertinent to my ideas here as I’m the cyclist sitting at the lights tut tutting as cyclists whizz past me at red lights. Hence the manners….
But really it’s not manners as such I don’t think, it’s the catching someone’s eye, looking up, paying attention, recognising you’re not the only person on the road. Having that mutual moment of contact which says please don’t run me over, or yes you can cross the road at the green man because EVERY PEDESTRIAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO CROSS THE ROAD AT A GREEN MAN WITHOUT FEELING ANXIOUS! (sorry, personal bugbear there).
And I’ve thought often about making a video about cycling and traffic lights -and now I think, maybe it might become part of this.
So anyway, as I walked (more time to think than cycling) there were two bicycle bell moments that got me thinking. Perhaps cycling might become the framework for this.
Something to mull over, I’m off for a bike ride up the River Lea to have a think.