It’s pink. I mean. Really really pink.
I was lying in the sun, trying to soak up some of those delicious rays before being forced back into the grey (hi London!), when the order came. ‘Go and get your camera, there are owls’. So I did. And so there were.
There are three little ones in my Perth family- kids of my cousins aged 15 months, and 6 and 7 years old. This year for Christmas, we made a decision not to give presents to anyone in the extended family (cousins and aunts and uncles), except for those little ones. With an exception for things made by hand.
In which I continue the journey through Perth in selfie, and food-shots. I think we might be up to day Seven.
In which my family wanders off the path, I scold them, and they tell me I am too Germanified. I am not even kidding.
As an effort to start the new year off right I thought I should finish off some blogging from 2018. Here’s a quick recap of my very short 10 day visit to Perth back in October-November. Told primarily in the the most beautiful of all of the artforms, ‘The Selfie’. And featuring that most beautiful of all things- ‘Aussie Food’.
Featuring a DNA helix tower, my sister and I scrambling on ancient animals, and at least one duck. Welcome, to Kings Park*.
Hi all, Just a quick update with a whole lot of family photos.
During my very short stay in Perth, my sister managed to organise an afternoon of wilderness exploration.
How many cats is too many cats? I’m asking for a friend….