It fell like any other leaf, having given one last show of colour. It lost its grip, as the daylight diminished, and the winds started to blow. I looked up, as a whirl of wind caught my breath, and took me in its autumn dance. The golden leaves formed a tunnel, wrapping me in their…
Author: BritMumInNZ
The Photo Gallery | Self Portrait
The Photo Gallery theme this week is, ‘Self Portrait’. Lately I’ve been putting myself in-front of the camera a lot more frequently – in response to my children often asking, ‘Where’s Mummy?’, when they look through photo albums of themselves from their younger years. The majority of the time I am behind the camera, capturing…
Silent Sunday
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Chasing Gold | Kawarau Gorge Mining Centre
The Goldfields Mining Centre, located on the banks of the spectacular Kawarau Gorge, treated us to a fascinating morning of history. We stepped back in time and walked paths to mine shafts and tunnels, where the land had been laid bare by ground slicing, and through the old Chinese Village. We learned about the life…
Loving – waking to scenery that takes my breath away
The scenery here in the South Island of New Zealand is breathtakingly beautiful. We’ve been staying in Queenstown, overlooking Lake Wakatipu, where the scenery is fluid with the weather, the season, the time of day. Waking to see beautiful sunrises and watching in awe as the colours on the mountains change as the sunsets. It’s…
The Breathing Lake | Prose for Thought
Take me with your every breath, let me ride on your canoe, hide me from the dark shadows, and bath in your filtered light. Paint on my skin, like the sun, dipped in a heavenly palette. Caress my shoulders with air – that folds like a cloak around. I want to feel every sigh, the…
Shotover Jet, for all but my little Hobbit
Adrenaline was pumping in the veins of Miss 7 and Miss 9 on the Shotover Jet ride – with their Daddy sandwiched in between them. The girls biggest fear, other than getting completely drenched in the glacially cold water, was losing their beanie hats as the jet boat accelerated at high speed through the canyons….
He’s here, but so are the children…
As much as I adore my children, it’s really hard for my husband and I to have any time together. We’re here in beautiful Queenstown on holiday, but with me sharing a bed with Alice (Miss 3), Dan sharing a room with Sophie (Miss 7) – who doesn’t like to sleep without an adult and…
Stepping into Autumn this Wardrobe Wednesday
We are holidaying in Queenstown this week, getting a beautiful fix of Autumn in Otago. Hues of yellow, orange and fiery red adorn the trees, their beauty magnified in the glass like reflections of the lakes. Our holiday wardrobes reflect the season, layered like the folds in the mountains that have their first sprinkling of…
The Photo Gallery: Expressions from an Autumn Holiday in Queenstown
It’s beautiful here on holiday in Queenstown. The autumn colours are breathtaking and the light works its magic on the landscapes like an artist’s paint-brush. The expressions of our children, enjoying their holiday, are plentiful to light up our hearts too. Young Alice, rolling on the grass, under canopies of golden leaves… Her face radiant…
Reaching new heights on the first day of being 39!
This was the way to start the last year of my thirties – taking a ride in a Gondola over Queenstown with my family. At the top we geared up for a little action… enjoying an absolute blast of a morning riding the Luge carts down the hill… again and again and again! Alice had…
A grand start to the last year of my thirties!
I lie awake, before the rest of the house, savouring the quiet, reflecting on the past, thankful for the love, that brought me to this world, filling my heart, with all that is good. This journey I am on, thirty nine years in, is walked with feet given the best start in life, appreciating time,…
Silent Sunday
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A challenge to finish…
A challenge was set, from my friend Cyndi, aka Latte Junkie, for ‘Lyrical Sunday‘ this week. She gave a beautiful, poignant start to a poem for us to continue with (and she is going to finish it too – so, it will be interesting to see the different angles people take on this). The words…