Is it too soon for another holiday?

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Morning walk, Waiake beach, Auckland. Su Leslie 2018

This time last week I was beginning my last day exploring Sydney; calculating how many galleries I could visit before heading to the airport.

I’m still buzzing from all the art exhibitions and the general noise and buzz of a big city — and longing for a quiet place to collect my thoughts.

I don’t think I’ll be going too far from home any time soon —  but an early morning walk on the beach might be enough.

Posted to Ragtag Daily Prompt | holiday

DP Photo Challenge: repurpose

Ceramic honey jar from Corsica used as office pen holder. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Reminder of a long-ago holiday in Corsica. Honey pot repurposed. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

In 1997 the Big T and I went to Corsica; our last holiday before the boy-child came along. In the town of Patrimonio, we bought local honey in a ceramic jar. It was delicious; dark and strong and positively singing with wild herb flavours.

At some point since then, the jar found a second life as a pencil holder, sitting on my desk as a daily reminder of a week in paradise so long ago.

Daily Post Photo Challenge | repurpose

Word a Week Photography: chilled

The boy-child and the Big T on our first family trip to the snow. Taking "chilled' too literally? Photo: Su Leslie, 2001

The boy-child and the Big T on our first family trip to the snow. Taking “chilled’ too literally? Photo: Su Leslie, 2001

Holidays are too infrequent these days. The Big T and I are both feeling overworked, and the boy-child is trying to juggle study for his final school exams with friendships, skating and generally being a teenager. I think it’s fair to say there’s not a lot of ‘chillin’ going on in our household.

So I’m choosing to remember some times when we’ve been less wound up and a lot more chilled.

First snowman. Photo: Su Leslie, 2001

First snowman. Photo: Su Leslie, 2001

Another day, another snowman. Photo: Su Leslie, 2011

Another day, another snowman. Photo: Su Leslie, 2011

There was a time when playing guitar was how the boy-child relaxed. Don't hear it so much anymore. Photo: Su Leslie, 2006

There was a time when playing guitar was how the boy-child relaxed. Don’t hear it so much anymore. Photo: Su Leslie, 2006

Punting on the Cam. Cambridge, 2006. Photo: the boy-child.

Punting on the Cam. Cambridge, 2006. Photo: the boy-child.

This post was written for the Word A Week Photography Challenge at A Word in Your Ear. You can join in here.

Ten Things Tuesday: small unexpected pleasures

I’ve been away from home for two weeks now and have had some wonderful experiences; meeting my newest nieces and nephews, visiting friends and relatives, and discovering more about my family’s past. But there have also been many small pleasures; good coffee, interesting people, fine architecture and beautiful views.

So here, in no particular order, are ten of the little pleasures that have helped to make my days so enjoyable:

Twilight view of The Sage, Gateshead

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Lunch at The Olive Branch Cafe, Alnwick; where the owner know how to make coffee the Kiwi way!

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First sight of Edinburgh Castle on a crisp autumn morning

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My wonderful room at the Seascape B&B; Lower Largo, Fife.

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The Scottish National Portrait Gallery; fantastic building – never mind the art.

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Bust of Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh.

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Oak roasted salmon, orange, pomegranate and snow pea salad; Pizza Express, Edinburgh.

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Sunrise; Lower Largo, Fife

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Early morning on the stone bridge at Tyringham, Buckinghamshire.

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The sanctuary knocker; north door, Durham Cathedral.

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