Saturday Night, Antwerp.

Saturday night, and here I am  ... listening to my hour-long video of a dawn chorus I recorded back in New Zealand.  It seemed insane to wake that early, at the time but now, I'm really glad that I did.  But it's always been easy to wake early in NZ.

And I found the video of me driving through the Homer Tunnel too but it needs downsizing to load here and so, tonight we'll make do with a photograph of the road home to my most favourite house ever.

I loved living out at Broad Bay, Dunedin.  Madly, truly, deeply. I loved everything about it really.  The winding crazy road home.  The proximity of the water.  The huge selection of beaches.  The birdlife.  The air. 

Everything.

And then someone offered me a job in Istanbul ...

A Bit of Yarning ...

Yesterday I caught the train to Geel to meet up with Martin and go roadtripping.  Well, we were searching for things in museums in Wallonia, actually.

And we talked as we traveled, then talked some more while we waited for museums to open their doors.

We talked up a storm and did the whole lunch-on-the-side-of-the-road thing too.  Coffee and tea from the thermos.  Cheese and jam sandwiches courtesy of Martin.  it reminded me so much of trips made back home.

And I realised that it's lovely having a Kiwi friend out here in Belgium because yarning is the best way to pass a day sometimes.  And actually, Martin has the very best stories.

Thanks for a lovely day.