I have either lost or deleted an entire memory card full of pictures.
If I ever locate my missing week, I shall edit this rather sad and forlorn page and update it.
I have either lost or deleted an entire memory card full of pictures.
If I ever locate my missing week, I shall edit this rather sad and forlorn page and update it.
I have been a terrible photographer this week, and I have a list of excuses for it, but I won’t bore you with those. Instead, I’ll just skip over the days that have faded from memory (there was a lot of going through cupboards, going through boxes and listing things on freecycle!) and show you the highlights that I did photograph.
Week seven of our travels, and it’s all coming to a rapid end. We can feel the road weariness slowly inveloping us – strange having just spent a week relaxing like we’ve not done on any other holiday. We’ve seen great things this week and learned a lot about Western preconceptions about things we really know nothing or little about.
We’re still out and about this week – or rather setting out for out and about. We’re camping on route to Croatia for a week, then spending a week there. It should make for some beautiful stop overs and fantastic experiences! I also had the opportunity, before we left, to meet some of my blogging friends at Cybermummy, a conference in London for mum and dad bloggers.
We have had another fantastic week of travel and visitors. We have been so blessed, and my Dad, Mom and Brother deserve a huge thank you for making all this possible for us. We could not have managed this holiday for ourselves at this time, much less given my gran such an amazing time. My gran has been on my ‘best friend’ list since I was a child. She’s never been one of those cuddly, spoiling us kind of grans, but she has always been fair and just and she’s always been there for me, been my advocate and really ‘seen’ me.
There are so many ways where we are so different, but I’ve always felt like I could go to her with anything I needed to. Having this time to share with her, and seeing her bond with my daughter and being able to show her the land her own grandmother walked on, the town she lived and so on has meant more to me than I can ever relay in words. Thank you Mom, Dad & Ziech for making this possible.
Another week as we travel around, staying local now. By local I mean staying in the UK. This is precious time, my gran tells me about our family, our history, her family, her childhood. Things I’ve never heard. Things I’ll forget again until I need to remember one day. I learn her favourite song. What she wants played at her funeral. I learn about her marriage to a grandfather I never knew. Precious moments, while she whispers to my daughter, when she pretends to be the South Easter (wind), blowing in her face, making her giggle.
Day 147 – Housewife Extroadinaire
In preparation for my visitors I have spring-cleaned to the maximum. Here are muffins ready for freezing for easy breakfasts and in the background you can just make out the washing on the line and the glassware drying next to the sink.
Welcome to our week in pictures! It’s been a pretty standard week but it’s led to some lovely photos of my beautiful little girl and my own
Our weeks are sometimes so diverse, it’s hard to find a common theme. This is one of those weeks. From Folkstone to Norway, a bit of London, some nature and some routine, but always two constants: the people I love in the life we live.