Today is the start of the second week of my 75 Mini Triathlon Challenge, this was day number 8 and also, at the turn around point of the 12 km bike ride which is the end of Lavinia Drive it meant that 10% has been completed. I feel pretty happy about that, a marker passed. Beautiful day for it the only slight glitch was the man in the pool who had failed to understand the meaning of the words 'Public Swimming Pool'. He was a large man and did breast stroke that reached over one lane wide and insisted in having that entire area to himself. The three of us swam 1000 metres front crawl in a space that was one slim person's body width wide. We call this 'Lane Rage'. We did not make a scene. We passed each other in sideways slithers peacefully co-operating and leaving him all the room he wanted. The bike and run went very well, the beautiful day being appreciated by swarms of people all out early walking, jogging, biking and even a paddle boarder all making the most of such a wonderful day. Coffee followed watching the swans showing off their brood of six fluffy grey cygnets.
A View on Sunday
A simple lush meadow looks somehow
Un-blemished by a horse or a cow
This sunny mid July morning
Strikes me to a halt my thoughts forewarning.
There is a tight, thick, round stand of trees
Shaped like a cottage loaf looking at distant seas
Peacefully posing centre stage they pause
As if receiving audience applause.
The formal group stand surrounded
By the greenest green crop bounded
Like a huge theatre set here
As if a principle dancer would appear
With thick dark green trees
Only hinting at a waft of breeze
Diminishing to the bluest blue sky
Quietly in wait as they grow so high
Standing like waves stepping out of the wings
A still vista yet bursting with life it springs
Slow to depart, so perfect is the scene
The strange sad drama of the verdant sheen
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