A Sunday Soul Adventure

I love Sundays. It’s the one day of the week that I want to ‘sleep-in’, get to a favourite cafe before it’s packed out, but still enjoy the freshness of an early morning walk with the dog. All before 10am.

This morning I won the trifecta. We were at Kensington Gardens early enough to give Chica an off-lead run, and bump into Robert. He has three small dogs – Chloe (who has arthritis and often rides in a pusher), Toby (who’s had a cataract removed) and young Rebel. That little pack had already been walking for miles, and were on their way home. Those pups always make me smile.

Kensington Gardens was my childhood playground. It has majestic gums, and a creek cuts a diagonal course from one side of the park to the other.

I used to love wading around the pebbles in the creek. After the recent deluge, two boys were playing in the same spot today. At high school, I completed a geography project on the twist and turns of that creek.

Although playing fields were quiet this morning, the whistles of Saturday afternoon sport (which I could hear from our house a few streets away), still warm the cockles of my heart.

There’s a bench overlooking an oval where Chica and I make a quick pitstop. It’s named in honour of my father, who helped create those memories.

The healthy-start breakfast and soy latte in a cafe with happy, familiar faces wraps up my adventure. My soul has been nourished and I’m ready to go home.

This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 8 

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