Winter Blues

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

SP, it was the last of the early morning mist burning off, leaving the glorious green rolling hillside to bask in a magnificent warm, toasty sunshine. This is the first real sun we' ve seen in nearly two weeks, and the ground around here is more akin to sponge than soil, but the sunshine in the photo is the genuine stuff.

The vineyard, by the way, is one of those owned by Henschke, makers of the stunningly expensive Hill of Grace shiraz. Though the vines in the photo would more likely be chardonnay, hence our thoughts turned to a 'charddy and smoked salmon' brunch (in reality we returned home for brewed coffee and orange/mango pancakes - part of the Antonio diet that's all the rage down here... the combination of fruit and cakes in the one dish is hugely popular. Although I think we probably overdid the dollops of double cream and maple syrup )

Last night, for the first time ever (that I can remember), I dreamed about running. It was magnificent, and I'm sure it was inspired by those hills yesterday. Or maybe it was the pancakes...?

Here's another, perhaps more shiraz-like photo of mine, on a running track that follows the coastline around the southern part of the Fleurieu Peninsula (about 90 kilometres south of Adelaide if you're looking it up).

Pass me the corkscrew, someone...