I lived on the edge of Otago Harbour, out on the peninsula, and scenes like this were everyday kind of scenes. And I often slipped out of the house, usually with my dog, and wandered out into those early mornings ... any season. It was always stunning.
I never took them forgranted, I loved every day that I spent out there. It was only that I needed to see the world. It was good to go home and visit it all again.
The light was extraordinary, late afternoon, Holland.
I wanted to take something of the sea with me and played a while, at the edge of an incoming tide. This pleased me. Surprised and pleased me.
Those who know the New Zealand me, know how happy I would have been to beach-wander with Francesca, Ashley and the kidlets last Sunday.
A glimpse of something that fills me with joy ...
Friday night’s jazz and cooking evening had to be cancelled, as the cold sucked all of my energy out of me. Then Saturday’s dinner at Arenzano was postponed till Sunday, due to ... my cough, lack of energy and etc.
Saturday night was a nightmare. I coughed until 6am, then slept until 10.30am. Francesca, Beppe, Romi and Marco were so kind putting up with the tired creature who arrived for lunch. Then again, the conversations were so interesting that I think they revitalised me.
Last night, I took cough mixture, a natural kind, and can you believe it ... I slept. Almost all night. It was a stunning departure from recent nights.
I bounced out of of bed at 8.30am today, dressed and caught the bus out to Boccadasse, deciding that these new energy levels needed tested out alongside the sea, with a stroll on Corso Italia.
The photograph below was a part of the view ... it was lovely out there, just lovely.