Not many people know this but I have weak ankles. It started some years ago and mainly concerned the right leg. What this meant in everyday life was a sudden and embarrassing collapse of the right leg lower ankle regions resulting in a painful drop to the knee and and inevitable sprain of said ankle.
Needless to say (and to cut a long and boring story short) the knowledge of probable injury made me more careful and indeed this, along with a purchase from Amazon of an ankle support kept me free from pain for more than a few weeks. Until that is a couple of days ago whilst inflating the tyres of the family car. I had stepped back to admire my handiwork and tripped over the air-delivery tube to land flat on my back. I only tell you this because the whole incident got me thinking. Thinking, especially after my son enquired if anyone rushed to help me?
I wondered why no-one rushed to my aid Why no-one even asked if I was OK?
I have the answer.
It’s because we live in strange times.
People are frightened of their own shadows and no-one wants to get ‘involved’. Perish the thought that a complete stranger should suddenly impose, by accident or otherwise upon the secure and safe little piece of life that they call ‘their own’.
Let’s face it…the stranger falling on his backside in full view of a crowded forecourt of a well-known Stratford upon Avon petrol station (morrisons) could well have been under the influence, intoxicated, out of control.
Even worse he could be having a Fit. A brain seizure, a heart attack even. And just think of the time that would have taken out of busy schedules filling in witness statements or even…and this would have been awful, having to ride in the back of an ambulance with of all things…a complete stranger.
Funny old day yesterday. The dark clouds and high wind all adding to a general feeling of foreboding and the ‘end of everything’ (slight exaggeration-but you know what I mean)., especially after the decent weather we’ve been having recently.
Anyway, none of this helped when I saw them dismantling The Big Wheel’.
Although I have no feeling either way about its presence in Stratford, seeing it almost gone, I suddenly felt bereft, empty and very aware of the passing of time and the slow, cold entry into another season. I almost hoped that the rumours I had heard about it (the big wheel) being replaced next year by a giant inflatable copy were just that, rumours.
None of this feeling of doom was helped as I continued my river walk and heard the clang of hammers and spanners coming from the site of the RSC’S outdoor theatre.
Much to my surprise that too looked like it was coming down (unless….no…too much to hope I suppose that the big wheel and the outdoor theatre were merely swapping sites) after such a short time and a lot of money (not taxpayers I believe).
Stratford is going into hibernation which is all a bit weird as we’ve actually only just come out of one (the C word). Winter is coming and the merriment which in truth has only just begun is coming to a sad end.
As I continued my walk back towards old town and my parked car I wondered if work had already begun on packing away Shakespeare’s birthplace, I’ll check later.
What you missed… An afternoon and evening of live music & DJs in the beautiful secret gardens of Lifeways Centre, Stratford upon Avon. Featuring: Scratchy Beard. Belle Acoustique. James Chatfield. Maz Corry. & more TBC. Bring a picnic, bring seating/rugs etc. The Music Cafe will be running a bar and serving hot & cold snacks.