In the Spring & Summer lots of quirky, outdoor bars bloom in Melbourne.
It was only polite to sample a few with Mr Hunt wasn’t it?
Keeping this injunction in mind of course…
My friend David has helped me out in many ways – helped me get a job with our present employer; numerous lifts; drinks; and sage nuggets of advice. Plus introducing me to Sue, his fabby wife.
This weekend he dragged Sue over hill and ditch in order to buy martini glasses. Why? Because The Boy and I were going over for supper, and he’d found out that I love a ‘proper’ martini (gin, stirred with a twist – “Up yours James Bond”). He’d even prepared some lemon peel for a proper twist!
To know that he’d gone to all that trouble made me feel very special.
While The Boy went off and looked at golf courses, I went to stay with our friends Sadie and David in North Berwick. The camera was needed on urgent golf business, so I didn’t manage to snatch a pic of David – however, here is Sadie.
They share their house with some rather good sheep…
…a funky catapiller….
…theri daughter Alex, who is writing a novel…
…and their younger daughter Emily, whose current projects include eating and learning to walk.
They live in part of a big house, that was partioned off into seperate dwellings in the 1960s. The garden is right next to the North Berwick golf links, and beyond that is the beach.
Imagine having a door at the bottom onto the garden…
…that opened onto the sea. It’s what children’s books are made off.
Now, I LOVE Eynsham, but wouldn’t it be nice if it was by the sea (although if it floods anymore I may yet get my wish!) – and we could pop out and make sandcastles…
…watch the waves and the boats go by…
…and maybe take a few steps.
Still…we’ll be back!
Holiday highlights for me (in no particular order):
OK – Florence has too many people, too much traffic, the beer is too expensive and the drains stink. It is however, simply amazing. I took 100s of photographs and I can find no way of even sensibly blogging, so see this as a ‘stream of conciousness’ about the place.
If you want to know what the place looks like get a guide book and go!
Our first day was a Sunday, so being a good, Catholic, European country everything was shut. So we had a wander. This is the Piazza Della Signoria.
It’s where Savonarola was burnt – so here is Fr. Rattue posed on the spot. Any resemblance to Kid Creloe is strictly coincidental.
As usual I was taken by the small details like this rather snarly wolf.
And this mournful little lion (lots of lions in Florence as it’s the town symbol).
When you tire of culture, there are always nice dogs to make friends with. Adam took this shot, as Iona and I were busy showing the waiter how macho we were/are by drinking GRANDE beers.
Florence is above all the city of David. Copies of Michaelangelo’s statue crop up everywhere.
A copy is in Piazza della Signoria whre the first staue stood. Here is detail of the posterior for Lorna!
And here is the boy himself – poised for action.
This is Cosimo I – making his own mark on the square (another shot by Adam).
I meanwhile became obcessed with door knockers. This one is splendid. Look how burnished her breasts are. I did a little bit of people watching and it seemed impossiple for any chap to go past without giving her a quick stroke!
This one is down right scary.
And this tortoise (holding up a window grille) looks rather tired!