Prepare yourself for a shock -
I've taken up cycling (don't laugh, I haven't fallen off too much), and it feels like I've been given a new pair of eyes.
Wow, the world looks different on two wheels. This is a snap I took last week of Cambridge from a few miles away.
Ok, part of the reason I'm cycling is that the area, as you can see, is flat as a dish.
But here's the real delight.
Cycling is a celebration of the slow life, and the slow life can be the good life.
(At least, it is the way I do it. I got overtaken by a guy on a mobility scooter yesterday.)
One of the problems of the modern world is that so much speeds away so fast that we miss the simple wonders.
This week, i enjoyed cycling through piles of autumn leaves, the smell of the countryside after the rain, and the joy of splashing through puddles.
All because, instead of being in a car, insulated from the world, I was part of it.
And that's precious for a writer, and - more importantly - a human.
It gives you a sweet connection of the soul with this amazing planet of ours.
And it's been such a joy rediscovering that.