My cousin Tania owns the house I love best in the world ...
Situated near the foothills of the Southern Alps, on the edge of a sometimes mighty mountain-fed river, it is a place of beauty ... a place of peace. I love it there.
I have memories of staying there in the past, of slipping outside and crossing the dew-covered lawn, just happy about being alive in that place.
This time the Belgian Bloke and I only managed to fit in an afternoon visit but one that involved an afternoon tea on the lawn in the shade of the trees, surrounded by the most exquisite flowers and birdsong. Beer and lemonade were involved. Stories were told and there was much laughter too.
Next time we'll stay longer. We were trying to do and see everything back there in my world and there weren't enough days in those 5 weeks at home.
Next time ...
