Sigh. Well, that was a lovely weekend. Here's a quick glimpse:
This is the view from the bedroom window of our cabin. Unfortunately I took it at the wrong time of the morning so you miss the view right down to the beach. The trees on the right belong to the clearing where we got married. It's the same cabin as well... not an anniversary, just a favorite place.
This is Depot Beach, as you walk down the path towards it from the cabin. The figures you can see are (not in order) Bumblebee, Best Beloved, Bernice Balconey and her lad, all playing piggy-in-the-middle frisbee on the sand. I joined in and spent quite a lot of time as piggy, because I am shite at frisbee.
This is a rare sighting of Bernice, admiring the view from the neighbouring beach once we'd walked there. It's very confusing -- Depot Beach is 'next' to Pebbly Beach, which is a lovely sandy beach, but in-between the two is an extremely pebbly beach, made up of nothing but stones, but it's not officially Pebbly Beach. Please explain.
This is the view she's looking at. This photo is revisiting this photo (a bit).
And just to be fair, here is a rare sighting of a relaxed &Duck, pleasuring a fellow feathered friend. She has a day-old new haircut that is looks nothing like it did the day before.*
Feeding birds and kangaroos is a vital part of the Depot charm. Here is Bernice's young-un, about to lure a bird onto his arm by lifting his hand slightly. At Depot you can walk about pretending you're a pirate, with yer trusty parrot on yer shoulder. Arrrr!
Or under your legs. Depot birds are not shy, and don't really care if you're sitting on a step. If there's seed under your legs, they'll go there. (I called this photo 'bird between the legs'. I'm curious how many views it will get from horny searchers.)
The kangaroos aren't shy either. This one wouldn't let me go until she'd had her way with the seed in my hand. Let's have another look at those claws, shall we?
Over a day later, I still have the claw indents on my wrist! Cheeky sod.
So we ate well (very well), we drank well, we slept well, I read two complete books, and now I have NO EXCUSE. I am rested. For now.
I hope your weekend was spiffing as well...
* My fab hairdresser and I are working on a plan to lengthen my hair (I am growing it, which is another entire blog post). When she asked me what I wanted next, I replied ' Russian Constructivist bob. Think Natalya Goncharova!' 'Wah?', she said. 'Sigh. Cate Blanchett in the latest Indiana Jones movie.' 'AAAHHHH! OK!' she said. I still have too many layers to make it a proper bob, but it won't take too long to get it there.