It's much cooler today, 17 degrees centigrade is forecast, and it’s windy.
Adele, our neighbour and friend in Circle Bay, Stuart, Florida, rang this afternoon. She has found someone who wants to rent our place. We had asked her few weeks ago to let us know if she knew of anyone looking to rent and she has been asked by a couple if it can be rented for four months, January – April next year and could they cancel without penalty if the coronavirus affected their plans. We have agreed.
We bought the place in 2004, a two bed, two bath condominium on a marina by the St Lucie River and have been going there twice a year for several weeks at a time ever since. The virus has put a stop to that this year, and we were thinking of selling but the three of us can’t agree. I want to, Cyril does not want to (he enjoys the golf out there too much) and Heather can be persuaded either way. Renting it out will help to keep the running cost down even though Heather is not keen on letting complete stranger move into our "little piece of heaven" as the residents of Circle Bay often call it.
Today is forecast to be the warmest so far this year, up into the high seventies so C and I got the electrical bikes out and had some exercise.
We took the same route as last time we went for a ride, which was on VE Day, 8th May. Down Furzefield Road, turned right along Eden Vale, through the wood and into Dorman’s Park.
Dorman’s Park is very posh. It drips money. Many of the houses are in the millions, some several. The roads are smooth, a delight to ride on, not a pothole in sight. Most of the traffic you see, and of course there is very little, are workers vans and pick-up trucks attending the houses – painters, carpenters, roofers, electricians, plumber – people put on this earth to serve the rich. Dorman’s Park is as far away from the slums of Manchester, where, as a teenager I lived for a while, as it is possible to get.
Today, it is very warm and sunny, peaceful and quiet (as it should be in such an up-market area). As we ride around and along the various roads, enjoying the tranquillity of the day, the only sounds we hear, from over the recently trimmed hedges by gardner are the well-modulated voices of millionaires enjoying tea on the lawn, or more likely, cocktails by the poolside. This is an enclave for the so-called “celebrity.” Peter Andre the singer, and Adele are said to live here, or used to live here. Tom Cruise, John Travolta, are rumoured to have houses in the area, I wouldn’t be surprised.
We cycle around for half an hour, stopping several times to take photos, me becoming more convinced, as I take this area in, that fate has dealt a cruel blow by not allowing me into the over-privileged class, (royalty, billionaires, overpaid TV personality’s etcetera) where I feel fate should have placed me.
Okay, so I’m jealous, or is it envy? I think either would fit.
We enjoyed our ride, it’s good to see how the other half live. Sometimes.