When she woke up dead of the night, two things were out of place: the light in the woodworking shed was on, and her husband's side of the bed was empty, cooling. With a fond smile, she pulled on her dressing gown, a pair of sneakers, and tiptoed into the shed.
Tea breaks: a moment to unwind, to take a break, and occasionally ramble. This week, I continue my attempt at a travelogue, and try to suppress my enthusiasm. To put it briefly: I didn't make it to Isengard, but I did make it to where it all began... the set of Hobbiton.
“Observe. See the city below us?” “I see pigeons...?”
Tea breaks: a moment to unwind, to take a break, and occasionally ramble. Yes, I'm back, and I've come home with souvenirs and pictures! First stop: Muriwai Beach.
Tea breaks: a moment to unwind, to take a break, and occasionally ramble. This week, I'm going on holiday for two weeks - to the land of Oz!
Her seat felt like needle-pins as she waited. Her husband took her hand, and only then did she notice them trembling.
It was a beautiful day in the garden. Too beautiful, in fact, the heat suffocating in her ruffled tea party dress. Her mother nudged her. “Stop fidgeting, sweetheart.” “But -” “Be a dear and ask the kitchen for lemonade, won’t you?”