On this New Year’s Eve we began our day much as we always do,
commencing around 5:00 a.m. with the routine coffee and silent perusal of our accustomed
web sites and email. We did however
elevate our typical breakfast in a small way by having bacon and corn bread
with our “over easy” fried egg. Then,
when the sun had risen sufficiently on the distant horizon of the Ocean and
sky, we bundled ourselves in sweaters, coats, gloves and hats and pushed off
for our habitual early morning bicycle ride.
Our cycling exploration took us along several new routes
which amusingly – and quite unintentionally - ended where we began, though from
a different direction. It has been over
a week that we have been on the Island and we have bicycled every day. Today we are “feeling it” as the saying
goes. As wholesome as the exercise is, there
is little doubt that our joints and muscles are betraying their erstwhile
neglect.
We resolved to lunch at the condo today rather than visit a
local restaurant as we frequently do. We
had a store of a variety of sandwiches and desserts which we had previously
purchased at Fresh Market, a local up-scale food emporium. A follow-up of a large glass of milk was all
we needed!
Afterwards I was unable to resist the call of the glittering
beach even though I had previously complained about my sore legs. I bicycled towards Coligny Beach Park
(against the wind) then doubled back to the condo, outside of which and on the
dunes I set down my bicycle and lay on the beach for about twenty minutes,
absorbing the warm sunshine and sensing the glow upon my face. I suspect I briefly drifted into sleep for I
caught myself making uncouth noises.
Refreshed I hauled my bicycle up from the beach, loaded my fisherman-knit sweater into the basket and pedaled towards Harbour Town in the opposite direction from which I had earlier cycled. I was traveling into the sun with the wind at my back and it was surprisingly warm. As it was still only mid-afternoon I further protracted my tour by retracing my early path along the beach but at last I knew I had pushed myself as far as I could go.
Refreshed I hauled my bicycle up from the beach, loaded my fisherman-knit sweater into the basket and pedaled towards Harbour Town in the opposite direction from which I had earlier cycled. I was traveling into the sun with the wind at my back and it was surprisingly warm. As it was still only mid-afternoon I further protracted my tour by retracing my early path along the beach but at last I knew I had pushed myself as far as I could go.
Back at the condo, we began formulating our private
conspiracies for this evening’s affair.
We are perfectly content to stay in.
Chef has contrived a meal which I know will prove to be delicious. We have some excellent appetizers from which
to choose and of course the mandatory bottle of Champagne.
Cheers! And Happy New
Year!
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