This morning an email arrived from the administrator of the Pootling Society. She is a fine and upstanding internetian from Oxford with excellent epistolary skills. Here is an extract from her email:
Having been an avid recumbent cyclist for many years, it became clear to me that just as every individual approaches life in their own way, so too are there different philosophies regarding cycling. The most notable cliques within the cycling sorority are:
1. THE GEEKY GIRLS: Those who are more interested in their machines and the gadgets that go with them, than in actually riding anywhere.
2. THE SPEED-FREAKS: Those who are solely interested in competitive time-trials in which they either try to 'beat' others or themselves.
3. THE POOTLERS: Those who enjoy nothing better than meeting up on a Sunday morning for a café breakfast and then mooching through the countryside at a leisurely pace until reaching the local pub.
Within the women's cycling groups that I've ridden in, there tend to be a mixture of people from all 3 cliques, and this creates imbalance within the group...the geeks boring the pants off everyone else by harping on and on about their latest purchase; the lycra-clad speed-freaks zooming off into the distance and losing the rest of the pack; and the pootlers (like me) rolling aimlessly through the English countryside enjoying getting completely lost, much to the frustration of the others.
So I thought I'd start a local group where one's general philosophy (both towards cycling and life) was a pre-requisite, although the site wasn't intended to be just about cycling, as there are, of course, many other pursuits and past-times which can certainly be pootled at."
I will be happy to consider your suggestion of featuring G.K. Chesterton on the site. It would be lovely if there is an image of him riding a bicycle, of course, but if not then I may be able to persuade my illustrator to create something (I'm a graphic designer by trade).
So, you know what to do, comrades. Find images of G. K. Chesterton on a bicycle. The Pootling Society needs you.