Happy New Year

So the week before Christmas, there was a party with absent friends, and it made us sad and we all had private tears, but it helped us remember that spirits live on:

check out those sexy feet:

There was a river that had to be crossed sometime before Christmas Day:

and Christmas lights in Loxton, starting with the Six White Boomers

followed by magnificent cactus:

and political statements.

There was a hot trip home. Cricket on the radio

and the choice of ice cream

or chips.

Willows and geraniums.

The next morning, up at 4 am (is this the middle of the night, we’re the only ones up, will we get to the ferry in time…please, try to go back to sleep), followed by:

waves to be surfed;

runs to be made;

and egg whites whipped with a fork which led to forearms that couldn’t be moved.

There was sitting that had to be done.

Here is a sandwich made from white and wholemeal bread.

And here is an evening shot, taken with a gin and tonic in hand.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a bathroom that needs to be scrubbed and a dead tree that has to come down (what with the housesitters and everything).

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