The indomitable spirit of 1950

A couple of days ago I visited my aunt in hospital.  She is 83.

When I told her of my plan, she recounted a tale of her youth, when at the age of 17 she got the ferry over to Dieppe with 2 friends and over 3 weeks cycled 1000 miles on a pilgrimage to Rome.  She had a steel, sit up and beg bike, no panniers and certainly no lycra.  Her budget was £50 per week and she would rock up in a town, find the nearest nunnery and blag food and shelter for the night.

It made me think – while I am panicking about what kit to take, what gizmo’s and gadgets, reading furiously about how to make sure I am connected at all times, there is a lot to be said for the simple version.  What am I going to take from this?  Well, although I am not brave enough to go tech free, I will certainly make sure that it doesn’t limit the human interaction for which it undoubtedly sometimes replaces.