Along the way

Along the way

At first light I get on my bicycle, and ride along the river Eure.  The bike path skirts fields and small housing developments, hugs the river, goes under a low bridge which requires a ducked head.

Misty farmhouse and sky blue pink

Misty farmhouse and sky blue pink

This morning, fog hugged the ground, draping around bushes and humps, wrapping steps, skirting atop the water.  The sky was that indefinite color my father used to describe as “sky blue pink,”  vivid and crisp.

My destination was the swimming pool in my friend Edith’s back yard.  I’ve been a regular visitor since it was built several years ago.  We used to swim in the nearby Lac des Deux Amants, but since the pool was built, it has become our lake.  The advantages are manifold – it’s heated in the winter, it’s accessible from inside the house, it’s open all day every day until late in the evening, and there is hardly ever anyone in it.

The pool

Destination pool

I swim whenever I can, at whatever hour I can. That means that occasionally I’m swimming under the stars, or in a rainfall, or amongst the snowflakes. This morning my arms sliced through dreamy mist; Edith was in the pool too, and as we passed we talked a bit, though we’re both serious about getting our laps in so we mostly stuck to business.

Once out, warm and dry, we sat down for morning coffee and fat slabs of toast with butter and jam, allowing ourselves thirty minutes to remake the world, then I rode off to start my work day, and Edith headed into her studio to paint.

Post-swim coffee

Post-swim coffee

All days are good; a swim day is even better!

 

 

 

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10 Responses to Morning Destination

  1. Pat McDonald says:

    Hi Susan Much like your swim, I have a daily 5 mile run/walk on the beach. It’s a delicious ingredient to add to the day. Can’t imagine life without it.

    • Susan says:

      Hello, Pat!
      That sounds wonderful! How far are you from the beach? I’m not an every day-er, but an every other day-er! Off days are running up and down the stairs as I work at home and keep things in order! Happy thanksgiving!

  2. Susan Edwards says:

    Thanks so much for the beautiful words and images. I love the way you tell your stories and think I remember the lake swimming from On Rue Tatin where I first read your wonderful story. I live now in a converted shipping container apartment in Vancouver, British Columbia and am looking out at the big orange cranes that load the ships, with the mountains beyond. Love all your posts, especially the one about Dunkin Donuts with your son in New York.
    Susan E.

    • Susan says:

      Susan,

      Oh, you’ll not believe this. When we lived in Seattle I DREAMED of living in a spot like the one where you are. I love the industry of the port. You must love it. Vancouver is such a great city, too.

      Thank you. Fiona and I are headed to New York for Christmas, and lots more DD coffee!

  3. Mary Louise Sevetson says:

    Hi Susan – before I put the turkey in to roast and welcome my guests, I read your post. What beautiful pictures. And what a lucky way to start the day. My pool is heated and indoors at my health club (which is not open today) so the view is non-existent. But I love the days when I swim, too. Hope your day continued beautiful.

    • Susan says:

      Mary Louise,

      Thank you! Yes, a day with a swim is always a shade better than a day without! I’m about to take to the bike path again this morning.

  4. Hi Susan. I love the photos in the morning mist. Wish I were there! You will have a bound copy of my Louviers memoir coming soon. Heads up! Watch for it. I want to be sure that it gets to you. There will be one for Francis, too. GG

    • Susan says:

      Gretchen! I can’t wait to see it, how proud you must be. I’ll make sure Francis gets his copy. Happy post-Thanksgiving!

  5. gereon says:

    Dear Susan,

    What a great post! Everyday when I hit for the swimming pool on my bike I sigh : “Wished the outdoor pool was open.” In my youth we used to swim until frost in the pool at my parent’s house. Wonderful pics of the beuatiful Normand scenery. I hope you are fine happy Thanksgiving. Grand bisou Gereon

    • Susan says:

      Gereon! It is a privilege, no other word for it. I hope you are well, too. See you next time I’m in Amsterdam.

      Take care

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