Keeping my eyes open

The days here at SRP start at a sensible hour, very seldom before 10 am; the mornings are cold and on some days there is frost on the ground.  When this happens I close the window shutters and crawl back under the doona. All these late starts tend to push the day back and often lunch follows hot on the heels of breakfast.

Each day there is a drive to the shopping centre, a coffee or maybe some time in the library and a stocking-up of the larder at one of the local supermarkets. Afternoons are taken up with more rest, the occasional short walk either to the left or right along Cambridge Drive.

Walking in this direction in the late evening allows rural views

I did consider the idea of buying some wool and starting to knit a scarf but somehow the days have passed and I haven’t darkened the door of the wool shop.  A good thing I’m sure.

The evenings tend to be drawn out affairs here at Somerset Rise Palace, the evening meal appears not too long after the sun disappears and then we settle down in the cosy den and watch television.  At this time of the year the Tour de France is on and most evenings we watch the next episode of this real life drama. 

The route is through some spectacular scenery and there is often an equally spectacular spill.  Sometimes I can scarcely believe that a rider who has hurtled at break neck speed over the road edge can appear minutes later and ride away seemingly unscathed.  

Because the race is televised here late in the evening,  I struggle to keep my eyes open and have to limit myself to watching the riders complete a set number of kilometers before I am forced to call it quits for the day.