My parents and I are trying to make the most of this Indian summer we’re having, so today we went to Wales. Unfortunately we didn’t know where Lyn was so we couldn’t meet her, but instead we headed for rhyl. Mum and dad thought going there would be a good idea, so off we went. Rhyl, let’s just say, was disappointing, and after a walk along the promenade and a bite to eat, we left. We headed south, into Wales.

As we went, we were amazed at how many motorcyclists there were out. On a nice day like today, a few are to be expected, but not the hundreds we were passing. When we stopped next at a roadside eatery, we got talking to a couple of bikers. They were nice chaps, wearing typical biker’s leathers, one sporting the type of beard most harley-riders wear. It turns out it was a type of protest: a disproportionate number of bikers have been pulled over by police – there is some kind of crackdown. Police claim it saves lives, but this is obviously an infringement of biker’s freedom. link.

I naturally support the protest. People’s voices must be heard. It got me thinking about how I belong, as a disabled person, t a minority where virtually every one of my rights has to have been fought for – the right to decent education, the right to vote, even in some cases the right to communicate. Thus I feel that people’s views must be heard; protest must always be welcome. Heading back from Wales, then, seeing so many bikes made me smile.