Living a weekend with friends and family, in my tiny house, makes the world seem a better place. Time alone, time to chat, time to smile and time to plan and dream of happy times.
Coffee and colour, sea and sand. A drive over the hill and searching for a secluded place to drink a coffee in the sunshine meant avoiding the crowded cafes and heading to the south end of Orewa beach at the mouth of the estuary.
White sand and clear blue water, sheltered from the cool September breeze fills the soul with warmth and peace.
After a breakfast of BLTs Dan and I left George to snooze after his night of camping a little further north.
Checking potential beach fishing spots and reinforcing our thoughts that we really do live in a beautiful place. A far cry from my weekly suburbia (which is only a stones throw away)
The afternoon provided time to be still and watch a mindless movie, until I was ready to wander up the road and sit on the building site with Dan and Floyd, catching the last of the afternoons rays.
Floyd followed the sun…and moved to the bottom step of Jax house as the sun dipped behind the hill around 3pm.
And the shadows lengthened. I wandered back from Dans to build a “Hello Fresh” for dinner, noting the visitors to Waiwera lined up along the road…
A mustang lovers delight.
Trudi arrived after work and we visited our lockdown friends from Tauranga, and wandered along the waterfront and the sun set on the glorious spring day.
The wind had dropped and the evening air chilled, reminding us that there is still a touch of winter in the air.
Reverse image of the sunset in the mirror of a waterfront home, capturing a loan walker and a clean car. With our water restrictions we are still unable to use the hose so most of us are sporting dirty cars so it is quite special to see a clean car.
This afternoon it’s back to suburbia and ready for a working week….yawn!
All who wander are not Lost girls 