Port Fairy

I like candles. No one else in the family does.
















 The roof of what used to be my room before my parents renovated.

 I am going to miss this little guy. I named the two magpies after our Drago drivers. Even though I am pretty sure one of them is a girl. One of the magpies, that is.

Childish? Why, yes.

Port Fairy is my happy place. 

I have always wanted a dress in those blues and pinks.

The boys. They hunger.

One evening.





















Dealing with the ham bone so that it will fit in the pot for pea and ham soup.

Singing for their supper.

I've always loved these door knobs.

The dog wants to chase the kangaroo, but only if it will run away. It is a bit big for a dog if it stands its ground.

Traipsing about

 Sky.

















 A dragon in the cornflowers.

 Me and my little mate.

Since none of my friends will drink maté with me, I have started corrupting the next generation. I also accidentally taught him a rude hand gesture while trying to express frustration to his parents without saying a Very Bad Word and I also accidentally taught him to test the toxicity of something by putting it in your mouth.

I am a fabulous aunty. 

 I see you...

Delights.

 Did I mention I am doing the photo a day thing? I should probably put which days are which on these.

















 I would put up more, but iPhoto makes it too hard to put photos up the way that it works now and I don't have consistent access to the internet, so I am just putting the same ones up as I am on facebook.

 It is probably just as well, really. Some days I am taking way more than one photo a day, and you probably don't need all those as well.

 I probably don't need to say that I am loving living down in Port Fairy at the moment. My days are filled with cooking, cleaning, writing and getting adequate vitamin D, as well as the odd dip in the ocean and quite a bit of reading.

 And walking on the beach everyday. I am feeling ridiculously healthy and happy.

And I have a rather delightful new tea pot for Christmas.

One of the groynes at Port Fairy

















Summer sky

 Sleeping dog.

I've been away for a few days, so I have missed a few mornings. 

I showed my dad and his only comment was that they were all the same. I love how different each one is.

Apparently, once you start feeding magpies, they never go away. Someone has already been feeding these guys because the come right up to you and take food out of your hand.

The other garden magpies.

How to dry your hair - Port Fairy edition.

Home

This was the view up the beach on Christmas morning. I took the same shot on Boxing Day morning by accident, and then I have been taking the same view every morning. I love how different each one is.
















 Someone has been feeding the magpies, they are tame enough to come and eat out of your hand.

We have been going for walks each morning.

There are lots of happy dogs and walkers on the beach.

Also some poseurs. No, seriously. After this photo shoot, they took the board back up to the car and went home.

We saw two little boys fishing each day.

At our end of the beach, we have more sand than we know what to do with. At the other end, the dunes are falling into the sea, exposing the old tip and the old sewage dump. (It is where they used to dump the waste from the night carts before there was a central sewerage system that dumped it all out to sea. They don't dump it out to sea any more and the stuff in the dunes is super old.)

We got these two as puppies one Christmas (nine years ago?). 

One morning we went for a walk NOT on our beach, we headed over to the south beach. I know! A shocking departure from the routine.

Woodend

I caught up with friends before Christmas and we went to the polo (darling). Those ponies are handy and fit.
















Veggie patch.

 Playing in the park.

I am becoming well acquainted with the rail network. 

Photos of home

I have been sort of trying to take a photo every day since I noticed in July that I had taken a photo every day since May.

I have missed a few days since the tenth of May, but I am sticking at it.

 A willie wag tail waiting for Badger to stir up some bugs.

















Having breakfast with my aunt and uncle.

The reading room in the State Library of Victoria.

Christmas displays seen from the tram.

Dog herding ducks. Every so often, she'd gently lift one out of the pool by its head.