In full view
Today was the designated day for being a tourist in a winter paradise. Each one to profit as he sees fit. I’m no longer willing to “do” things just because I can, so instead of putting on my skates and checking out the lake surface, I watched. From the safety of the room, it looked like great fun.
There was a time when I loved lacing up my Bauers and getting out on the rink. Simply put, as my age increased, the desire decreased. Now, a morning of potential skeletal damage is less appealing. Forgive me for not maintaining the ways of my childhood. Can we get on with our lives?
We were booked in for brunch, and it was worth the wait. Variety, quality, even reasonable coffee. I’m not a dessert demon, but my meal ended with cheese cake, chocolate mousse and a strawberry-rhubarb tarte. Yes, all of them. Who knows when another opportunity will be presented.
The sun shone too brightly for my eyes, so we decided to go for a Sunday drive, down to Thetford. Not far away, and the approach to the haldes (look it up) was a recall of my first visit to the area, back in 1984. No family commitments, so we checked out the local malls. One, empty but for a sleeping puppy. The other, reassurance that the town still has legs. No sign of my next therapeutic tub (the one in our hotel room is a local build), but I now know what I’m looking for, thanks to Google.
A leisurely meal of chicken and ribs, surrounded by many young families in the Cage, and then a chance to drive back to the hotel under a moonlit sky. The vacation meme works for me.
