2.30am. Right. 4 hours sleep. I don't think it's jet lag, I truly think it's excitement, anticipation. I mean, I'm off to East Hampton on the train in 7 hours time. One can never be too early in rising!
So how do I put yesterday into 25 words or less? Yesterday was a dream come true for me. Riding the streets and lanes of Southampton? Every. Single. House...... I was doing the 'bike chuck' every 10 metres to take a photo. It got ridiculous! I was turning down photo opportunities galore after a while as you get a bit blasé seeing mansion after mansion. "Nope, that one is too similar to the last one, nope, don't like the letterbox, nope, too tudor-ish". I was making excuses so I didn't have to wheel my bike and just walk! .....as the on the bike - off the bike photo opportunities were so plentiful I worked myself into a bit of a state and just ended up crying like a baby. I blew kisses at the ones that. took. my. breath. away.....and you know what? I had to do this alone. It was almost spiritual for me. It was precious. I was sharing my dream with my best friend. Me. We've come a long way in the past 5 years..me and her. I needed to do this so much. I took some video footage of just cruising down the streets so I could remember the hedges and the soft breeze and the letter boxes and the grand gates and driveways....and the pussy cats that came out to greet me. Lonely perhaps? The video ends when I crash and say the word 's@$t. Those brakes on that bike were too good, too sensitive to touch.
I made it to morning and rattled around this beautiful old house while the owners were pottering around setting up for the day. I savoured their cosy Great Room and all their mementos and trinkets. Kim, one of the owners let me shuffle through some of her old photos of the old place during its restoration. I spent ages in the beautiful garden, drinking in the birdsong and the flowers. We had breakfast in the garden which I tweeted the hell out of. Yeah I lost a few followers. "will you stop with the English garden tweets already? Enough!"
Do you know the best thing about the Hampton Designer Showhouse? The volunteers! Elegant women in their mature years who were up for a good old chat. I stayed 3 hours. I also got in for free as the coordinator, Mary, reckoned I deserved a reward coming all that way to see the joint.
It's perfectly acceptable to have a pool house made out of four posts and call it a pool house in The Hamptons. So there.
Even the designer called it a pool house.
Even the weeds were pretty.
I am going to post this post here, before I load up any more pictures as Blogsy keeps crashing and I am scared I am going to lose this post so come back, I am loading more pictures into my text.
And the beach in the public areas is groomed to perfection. Not a footprint! I laughed out loud.
I dipped my toes in the Atlantic all the way on my walk back to fetch my bike. The water temperature was perfect. There was no one on the beach. They were all in the private bathing club sections...so this little hillbilly Aussie had the run of the beach....and the mansions!
The bike rental time ended way too soon and I found myself back in the village starving to death. I headed to the famous deli and chuckled that they all thought I was English!! Giddaaaay, hey mate, we are so far from English, it's not funny. I bought the best lobster roll I have ever had in my life...actually it was the first lobster roll I have had in my life. Full. Of. Lobster. I found a little table in a not so busy restaurant around the corner (in a spot where they didn't notice me!) and sat and savoured that lobster roll. It was spiritual.