The Streets Where I Run.

Saturday morning is 10 km run time for me.  It sets me up for the weekend, giving  me plenty of time with my thoughts as I pound the pavement and work up an appetite for a leisurely breakfast and a cup of coffee somewhere. 

Over the long weekend, I went with theme of relaxation and took a walk instead.  Which worked out well because I've been meaning to take photos along my Saturday morning circuit.

There are some beautiful public buildings and houses along the streets of my run.

Some residents have added a twist to their front verandahs.  I love these red lanterns that bob gently in the breeze.

The Royal insignia over the front arch of the post office.

A magical florist.  They have the most beautiful window displays.

And the statue up above that overlooks the street.

After the hush of the tree lined streets, the landscape becomes more nautical and the air salt sprayed.  

I canter down the pier, my feet clipping the wooden beams as I pass a guard of honour formed by the dinghys the locals use to reach their larger boats docked out further in the deeper water.

That's my private bench, bottom left.

I'm at the half way point of my run which is always a good time to take a seat on my private bench and look out at the view.  It's my thinking and reflecting time. 

If I didn't have a billion other things to do and I weren't so hungry in the morning,  I think I could sit on that bench for the better part of the morning.

Time to head back home.  Past the tree house.

Past the swing.

The trees are so beautiful at this time of the year.  Some are still topped by green leaves.

Others are crowned by autumn leaves that look like stars from a distance.  Give it a few weeks and the roads will be filled with enough  leaves for an adult women to have a few satisfying jumps through them.