you get when you tell the pupper the stick throwing has to end, and it's time to go home....
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Wednesday, 19 July 2017
Monday, 16 March 2015
The weekend
There was much socialising - first friends down from Auckland on Saturday arvo and then a friend and I sat in the garden yesterday in blazing sunshine and drank cold, crisp white wine while we put the world to rights. Bliss.
Alas, there was no time to head to the beach; instead, these visuals were taken last weekend. I am missing it already.
Alas, there was no time to head to the beach; instead, these visuals were taken last weekend. I am missing it already.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
What we did this weekend
Bright and early Saturday morning we headed up the coast to stay at a friend's bach at Waiterere Beach (translation for overseas readers, a bach is a holiday home/weekender).
There was much nosing around second hand stores in Foxton and Shannon, walks on the beach and fish and chips in the sun. There was even some work squeezed in (deadlines are no respector of weekends).
On the way home, there was an interview with the wonderfully unconventional Kirsty Green, the woman behind the Bus Stop Cafe (yes, that is a big blue bus in her front garden).
Last night was the first night since we got him 2-1/2 years ago that Bristol hasn't spent under our roof. He was a little bewildered as to why we were in strange surroundings, and may even have tried to escape via the cat door (I have chosen to throw a veil over that particular episode as it may not have had the happy ending it did) but he had a great time on the beach and is now shattered. I predict he will sleep all week.
There was much nosing around second hand stores in Foxton and Shannon, walks on the beach and fish and chips in the sun. There was even some work squeezed in (deadlines are no respector of weekends).
On the way home, there was an interview with the wonderfully unconventional Kirsty Green, the woman behind the Bus Stop Cafe (yes, that is a big blue bus in her front garden).
Last night was the first night since we got him 2-1/2 years ago that Bristol hasn't spent under our roof. He was a little bewildered as to why we were in strange surroundings, and may even have tried to escape via the cat door (I have chosen to throw a veil over that particular episode as it may not have had the happy ending it did) but he had a great time on the beach and is now shattered. I predict he will sleep all week.
Sunday, 11 August 2013
Sunday
It started badly: some knobhead decided the whole neighbourhood was aching to hear his shit music at 2.00am. And that a full two hours was needed for complete appreciation (shakes her fist at offenders).
It's amazing, though, the revenge fantasies one can indulge in while lying awake and tussling with ear-plugs: a bolt of lightning striking their house and burning them to a crisp, his no doubt stupidly big stereo falling onto him and removing his lone brain cell, being beaten to death with a CD cover. Universe, if you're listening, it's time....
Thankfully, the day improved: there was the usual Sunday pancakes, a walk in the rain with His Highness to this cafe and a few hours spent playing catchup with some marketing collateral I need to deliver this week. While I worked, the boys and the camera went to the beach. How adorbs are these pics?
It's amazing, though, the revenge fantasies one can indulge in while lying awake and tussling with ear-plugs: a bolt of lightning striking their house and burning them to a crisp, his no doubt stupidly big stereo falling onto him and removing his lone brain cell, being beaten to death with a CD cover. Universe, if you're listening, it's time....
Thankfully, the day improved: there was the usual Sunday pancakes, a walk in the rain with His Highness to this cafe and a few hours spent playing catchup with some marketing collateral I need to deliver this week. While I worked, the boys and the camera went to the beach. How adorbs are these pics?
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