I woke up on Sunday and went for a 6 o’clock walk.
I was feeling keen.
I also gave up my right to sleep in on weekend when I became a tradie.
They never tell you these things when you sign the dotted line.
If you became a tradie, very early morning starts become acceptably normal, breakfast becomes a grab and dash affair, and cozy evenings curled up with a book turns into a nasally sheep counting session.
And come Sunday, you can forget about a delicious few hours in bed.
Come 6 a.m., your peepers will be as wide and beady-eyed as a koala bear on an oil tanker.
I just reread that last sentence.
I think we should leave that one be.
My point is, when you’re a tradie and you’re an insomniac and you wake up beady-eyed on a Sunday and you go for a ridiculously early walk…
…a view like this one can make it all worth while.
May you enjoy an early morning in a small town,
xx The Girl in Trousers