I'm sure you had a wonderful time---but there really is no place like home!
Ahhhhhh, good to be home huh?Hope your holiday was everything you hoped for.XO
Whoops, that last comment was from me, not my daughter's pseudonym (she has started a blog). Now I have to figure out how not to appear as Dora everywhere I go!
Those photos are like paintings.
The last photo tugs at my heart strings. It is almost identical to where I lived thirty years ago.Sometimes,after a full day teaching little ones,I was almost too tired to open and close the gate.
I love that drive. I know it almost as well as the back of my hand, but instead of using it to get back to the sea, I take it to get to the sea...
Wow, those photos look very cold and then very - hot? How can the landscape look so hot and dry in the middle of winter? Here, it's summer. Today was actually quite warm for a change - must have been.. oh... maybe 20 degrees C (65F or something?).Welcome home, anyway.
Thanks for the comments, Isabelle, it was rather cold there, it is not as cold as in the mountains but chilly nonetheless. perhaps 6-8 Celsius, whereas back home here in Sydney I noticed the temperature was the same as inFrance, eg, 20 C, I saw it on the Tour de France.Dear &ducky, I hope you don't take the route to the sea via Jindy!But yes, it's a known and loved track for me too. I guess some places have a strange power to evoke much feeling, perhaps it's the vastness and the light and the emptiness.Mary, thank you.Pam, teaching is exhausting and had I ben a farmer I would have had no cows left. (due to open gates)molly and jelly, yes it was and yes it is nice to be home but not nice to be cooking.
Welcome home!It has seemed a mild winter.There are cold temperatures promised for the coming week.
welcome back, dear fifi!
ah, i take that route a lot to take my daughters to ride in the foothills but we deviate towards the sea at cooma. hope all is well back near the ocean's breath
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