Exploring Fisk-Arse, or "There and Back"

Get on your Bicyckle and Ride, sir!


The esteemed map-reader Mr. Squirrels

This past weekend, a friend of mine, a certain Mr. Squirrels, esq, and I, took a pleasant locomotive trip out west. Once we reached Karjaa, some 90 km from Hellsinki, we stepped off and unloaded our bicyckles. A short jaunt later, we found ourselves in the village of Fiskars, the home of sturdy home utensils many here in Finland seem to love. The village is small, sprung up around a small waterfall for industrial purposes. Now it is mainly home for many artistes and handicrafters.

Yours truly in Fisk-arse

We had a nice piquenique by a lake. Good olde Jeeves had pre-packed some delicious sandwiches along. Afterwards, we started our way back towards Helsinki, passing through many a bucolic landscape. The weather was very pleasant, almost summer-like. Visually, however, the fields that would later on in the summer-time be gently wawing with golden wheat, where now yet but just dusty-coloured flat stretches of unremarkable soil.
Unfortunately my bicyckle suffered a severe tyre damage about half-way through. But, like any good Society member, we were Always Prepared to deal with such misfortunes, and the proper pressure was soon reinstated.
All in all, some 125 km in the saddle does give one a rather good impression of one's peripheria. We shall be doing more bi-pedaling this summer, in and around Southern Finland.

Yours truly,
W. M. Paddlewick, Director of the Society Bicyckle & Crosscountry Division