A funnel spider has it easy, because he spins his web according to his size. The walls are elastic and stretch to fit. He has a nice large opening and can retreat to the narrow part, laying in wait for the prey.
Today I was also in a funnel. I had a large space when I left for a drive with my wheelchair. I am a beginner and are still exploring the possibilities. I waved goodbye to Mr. Swiss and was on my way. Today it was the advanced course, taking the downward slope to the river bank – no problem. Of course not, just one wheel after the other and do not forget to slope your seat backwards, it is a downhill run and we do not want to fall out of the chair.
There were blue skies and ducks and swans, which was the purpose of my journey, to take a few photos. The path to the river is tarred, so no problem. The river path has no surface just compressed dirt and stones. It was a bumpy ride to say the least and I had to avoid the twigs still laying around from this week’s storm, but I persevered undaunted. The funnel was getting narrower. I saw a few ducks on the river and was snapping away with my camera as usual. The path branched off to the right leading to the main road, but me being me decided to go a little further to the next path. It was still stoney, but I could now see a normal sidewalk leading to the road. This was where the funnel got very narrow and I discovered I could not push myself through. It was the way to the main road with no good possibility to turn right afterwards for the homeward run, as the sidewalk was too narrow for the wheelchair. I could not cross the main road because there was no crossing, just traffic and the rails from the train.
The funnel spider can sit and wait, but I had to backtrack my path back to the river bank. I headed back along the river and took the next sideways path as I knew this one would be met with a road crossing at the top. The funnel was now spilling out the contents into a larger space thank goodness. I crossed the road with my wheelchair and had to travel further to be able to cross the road back to reach the good path home.
I arrived safe and sound to a worried Mr. Swiss who wondered why my usual hour trial run today took 2 hours. I told him it was the funnel effect, but not exactly in those words. He was more bothered about the stones and dirt I had brought into the appartment from the wheels of the chair. But I am learning the ways of a wheelchair and now realise the river bank has a wonderful view across the river, but is a stony path to take. There must be some hidden depth in the meaning of this, almost something biblical. In future I will keep to the straight path like the funnel spider.