We, the older generation, occasionally find that we are at odds with the modern trends.
On such occasions I am certain that many of us “snowheads” simply shrug our shoulders knowing that any comment made by us would be met by a surprised look at best, and, at worst, we would be ignored! For example, when last did you see a gentleman opening a car door for a lady? For this to happen nowadays, it is said that the car or the lady must be a brand acquisition! It is, or was, a common courtesy for the gentlemen to stand if a lady walked into the room.
If the men don’t stand is this because they don’t regard the lady as a lady? After an early morning cycle on Saturday, I hurried back home to watch the final of the Super Rugby competition played between our local team, the Lions, and the New Zealand Crusaders.
The match was played in Christchurch. My experience has been that the rugby team playing at home has always allowed the visitors to run onto the field first, but not on Saturday. The Lions had to wait in the changeroom while the home side trotted out onto the field.
Not only were the Lions the visitors, they had to undertake an arduous trip to get to Christchurch! Back to cycling.
On most occasions when I have cycled through the Umdoni Trust Forest, I have been on my own and made a point of cycling slowly so that I would not announce my arrival to any birds and animals in the vicinity. My efforts have often been rewarded as I have been privileged to see bushbuck, mpitis crossing the track ahead of me, and duiker.
At the Otter Viewpoint I once came across a crowned eagle sitting in a tree just below the viewpoint. I stood silently for a moment before it became aware of my presence and it launched itself into the air and glided upstream to disappear into the forest.
This past Saturday, my cycling friends and I were overtaken by five or six golf buggies probably taking marshals to their respective marshalling positions for the weekly Umdoni Park Trail Run.
No sooner had they passed me and, while I was about twenty metres behind the cyclist ahead of me, an mpiti buck crossed the road about five metres behind the cyclist ahead of me.
This meant that this little buck could not have been much more than twelve metres ahead of me. I was amazed that, despite the noise of the golf buggies and the sound of the cyclists, this animal was totally unperturbed and crossed the road quite leisurely.
It is heart-warming to live in an area where wildlife still abounds away from the hustle and bustle of suburbia.