Adam concocts a recipe for happiness.

Adam Batty

COLUMN

Like a public bathroom mirror I am covered in the handprints of strangers, but I have also been doing a lot of reffecting. Reffecting on a snowy and wet winter with limited opportunities for adventure, and how these limited opportunities for adventure can get you down.

Imagine the act of riding your bicycle is a delicious and exotic fruit. Its sweetness makes your pupils dilate. Its nectar makes your toes tingle. The little hairs on its skin have been shaped into a stylish hairdo. However, it grows on the world’s highest, and wobbliest, tree. The opportunities to enjoy it are limited, but when you do it is ever so sweet. This tree is not real. It is a metaphor. A delicious one. One that summarises my winter riding habits. Put on a napkin, and I will explain.