I’m a creature of habit. It’s daft really. For 20 years, maybe longer, I have stopped on my bike, this very bike, under this tree overlooking English Bay to sit, relax, read, meditate, refuel, and exercise. I stretch, do Pilates, and now pushups. This is my place. The one place I am at piece. I don’t stay long, 15 minutes, an hour at most. It is the best part of my day. I stop here all year, and in all weather. It’s on the ride home. It’s on one of may favourite training routes. I am here during the week, and frequently on weekends. This is a solitary place. This is my place.
That is a beautiful bay. I love the sailboat in the background.
it’s a nice one!
Looks like a lovely place to stop and rest.
It’s nothing like the south of France 😪
It looks as though it has its own unique charms.
It looks like the tree is used to your visits, the way it curves against your bike 😉
LOL 🙂 I never noticed that.
I used to have a place like yours, my go-to place for pretty much anything. It was a lonely spot at the end of a long under-cliff walk that I used to ride along, in Brighton. I am yet to find this kind of spot here in London.
Well, you had better find one so you finish that novel on time. Places like this are inspirational.
Alright, alright, that’s enough pressure for today 😀