I had three days on the back of the bike to face once again and I really didn’t want to listen to myself for so long, again.
It was easier this time around as we had already ridden for one day spending a day in Florence. We had two-three days to reach home though.
‘A friend’s wife used to read on the back of the bike.’ Noel said, when I was making mutterings about how to shut my head up while seated behind him.
‘I can’t use the Kindle like that, if I drop it I may kill someone!’ I laughed. Although it wasn’t a laughing matter.
After a few hours of watching glorious scenery scoot by, my brain started to think of things I didn’t want to listen to. Carefully I eased the book out.
The book was protected from the wind behind Noel’s back and with each page turn I took my time. It worked beautifully. I could read enough to escape into another world. Sometimes I was surprised to look up and remember we were hurtling along a motorway. And I didn’t have to listen to myself at all!