The Butlin's bike

The  Butlin's bike mentioned in the last post, with the all important brake visible above and to the right of the unused steering wheel, in the way of the steering column mounted gear shifts of cars and vans of old. Snapped in the alley behind the oldest block of chalets, with the perimeter fence visible right.

Interestingly, BH's steering wheel was entirely decorative, but she nicely demonstrated the tight coupling between perception and action parts of the brain by energetically steering, despite knowing full well that her wheel did nothing, steering as if it were the steering wheel of a car with power steering, rather than the more bicycle flavoured action which was needed. Long time since she has been on a bicycle.

The following morning, I demonstrated something else when I tried to insert our hotel room key into one of those hand held contraptions which take money from one's credit card. In my defense, I can only say that it was the same sort of card, in so far as size, shape and construction were concerned.

With further evidence of neural degeneration provided by my difficulty in navigating the maze of roads and roundabouts at the back of Bognor. I did not seem to have enough time to process what seemed to be the large amount of information on what seemed to be the very large number of signs and practise did not seem to be of much help. And things were made worse by a sprinkling of aggressive drivers and the age of our map, which sported a price sticker saying £3.10, just about one third of today's mail order price from OS, so it must be pretty ancient.

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