...early on Saturday morning was a time for wild-life and fauna observation and perhaps reflection on whether to choose a healthy breakfast of fruit and muesli topped with yogurt or a full veggie English with baked beans instead of bacon, and that stayed with me as I passed the first shop of several spaced around the circular path selling water, soft drinks, coconuts, bird food, and rent-a-mat, and with my eyes diverted I nearly stepped on one ginger kitten from a litter of five who lay prostrate in my way, albeit he was lucky my size tens missed him by a whisker, and I carried on past the open massage parlour where a woman was sweeping away yesterday's dust and who smiled an invitation to me, but not today, my mind set to cover ten circuits totalling over six thousand metres in my allotted hour, and my pace settled down to a rhythmic beat as I neared the 'pigeon sanctuary' bridge over the long narrow lake which was host to dozens of Koi, perhaps a hundred all told I've no doubt, but my gaze was once more diverted by the sheer magnificence of assorted flora in sculptured beds under palms and tall coconut trees, albeit to be struck on the head by one nut wasn't the demise I sought, and I remembered reading that more people get killed by coconuts than from sharks, and that thought stayed with me past the childrens playground area at the park's bottom and anti-clockwise back up to the other end of the bridge where a coffee-shop wasn't open until nine o'clock or when the staff could be bothered to open it, but that didn't bother me, and I walked past several gym machines, a few early-risers stretching their limbs on board, and up to the clock tower paved area where twenty or so older - but graceful - Thais were practising synchronised tai-chi movements in time to a recorded chant coming from an old music box, and I waltzed past in time and up to another set of gym machines on one side and another tarmac area on the other side where a few men were kicking a plastic ball around opposite another food-stall which sold exactly the same products as the other shops at the same price, although the woman was a lot younger and her stall had tables and chairs to sit on, so I suppose her stall had market appeal that the others lacked, and there was a little poster attached to the counter showing a lost cat and a lost dog from what I could make of it as I walked past and up to the end of one circuit which was completed in under six minutes according to the clock above the gate where I had parked along with several motor-scooters, and on my next circuit I would be people watching as runners went past me, as I passed other walkers and watched those exercising - yes it was going to be a fine day for working up an appetite, and deciding what breakfast to choose, providing of course, I side-stepped the ginger kitten on my walk around the city park.
Bio: British age 72 (young) retired and living in Thailand. Profession, Charity Auditor working in some 40 countries over the last ten years before retiring. Familiar with writing reports to professional standard. Sense of humour, reserved, realist and down to earth. Enjoy writing with a passion for the unusual.