Pictures without words
13 April 2015
We’re back! I hope you haven’t missed the blog too much. (I haven’t… heheh).
What can you write about New Zealand? We saw so much, did so much, met so many wonderful people, saw so many beautiful landscapes… that it is impossible to write anything without sounding like a cliche, or the opening paragraphs of a guide book. Which is not where we are at.
If you don’t mind, then, the blog this week is one hundred pictures without words. Few words are needed, after all. It was an amazing trip, and those who I need to thank – for being so kind , so generous – know exactly who they are.
But I do want to thank Charlie, for being there. And, let’s face it, after all, for being from there – to a land I can’t wait to discover for the rest of my life, but would never have been to otherwise.
We came back via sunny Sydney – as the last half dozen pictures will tell you – which was a wonderful day of discoveries all of their own. But now, as the southern hemisphere is slipping into Autumn, nights growing longer, evenings darker, here we are – having had the most magical weekend in Dorset, in the week where spring has all the promise of early summer, and of happy times ahead. It was amazing to be away, and it’s wonderful to be back.