A brilliantly bright day, and the warmest yet for the gang’s bike ride. I do pilates for about an hour, then decide it’s much too pretty to stay inside.
While I do see people in shirtsleeves, I’m happy in my sweater, and walk in the sun for awhile before choosing a different path through the woods.
Just as beautiful–how can you go wrong?–and I hear the doves again, and other birds I can’t identify. The light’s quieter here, as it should be, but beams through to shine against moss and big, lacy ferns.
I hear something, and head toward it, reminding myself the way back is now behind me rather than to my left. I see I’ve walked in the direction of the stables, and there’s a horse and rider. Through the trees, down the slope, I can just see them cantering by.
Walk closer and while I’m hidden by the trees, see a girl on a bay going around a ring. I think at first she’s having a lesson, but decide no, the bay is. She’s taking him through his paces, walk, trot, canter, trot, using tongue clicks. I’m sure there’s knees and heels in there, too, but he responds to her clicks, changes his gait pretty and smooth each time.
Walk back and on, hear the bells jingling and look for the hawk. I don’t see one, but hear the voices of the falconer and the guest on the walk–and the guest’s delight when the hawk comes to glove.
When I finally come out I think how I’ll miss these woods. But that just means I have to come back one day.
Text Kat and learn they’re still riding, so I walk a little more, then go in and settle down to work. I get a nice chunk in before the gang’s back. Kat and Jason and I go to the tea room–scones!–and BW heads to his massage.
It’s nice to sit at the window table with the sun shining.
Then it’s back to work for a bit more.
And our last watching of Tumble!
The nasty cold that’s cycled through Kat and Bruce decides it’s my turn. It’s not horrible–yet–so I take some meds, walk down to the village for dinner. I get tea and soup. We’d hoped for music, but they have a DJ tonight, and that’s not what we had in mind.
So it’s an early night. Probably best as the cold’s hanging on.
Patchy sleep that turned into a coma this morning so I was still in bed when BW left for breakfast. Kat–sweet girl–brought me tea, and BW brought me my morning bacon. More meds on a cloudy morning, and I’ll face the organizing and packing. But I’ll face it with my views of the lake, so that’s a pretty good deal.
BW’s photos from the bike trip.