April, My phone and me...

As some of you will know, I play along with the #FMSphotoaday challenge (Giving it a go) I’ve been playing along for quite a few months now and this is the first month in ages that I have completed it every single day!

So, to celebrate I thought I’d put together my month in photos thanks to my trusty phone…

01. Play {It was as much fun as I remember, thanks to Lila for joining in with me} // 02. Blue {The sky above the town hall in Gouda} // 03. Something beginning with ‘A’ {a statue in the garden in Holland, my subject whilst using my Dad’s new camera}

04. This happened today {we checked in for our return flights}// 05. Something good {a good view from the pigeon's vantage point I reckon} // 06. Air {I loved today's prompt}

07. Dreamy {having gorgeous colourful flowers in the garden} // 08. On your plate {a lovely pudding} // 09. Tiny {cute little ducklings}  

 10. A place {to perch} // 11. Detail {I do love the detail on some of our old buildings, beautiful craftsmanship} // 12. In the middle {Photo time with my good friend Bonnie, in the middle of a fun night out}

13. View from your bed {Saxon, fast asleep and very comfy by the looks of it} // 14. Water {watering our tulips, which finally arrived} // 15. Alone {by the gate}

16. Your favourite colour {turquoise, also my favourite ring} // 17. Busy {Bee} // 18. Hello {Sunshine, we've missed you}

19. Button {One lonely disregarded button} // 20. On your mind {Me using my new camera for the first time} // 21. Fire {fireworks}

22. Blurry {A photo of me and Dan that went wrong} // 23. Time {to make some earrings} // 24. I saw this person today {work friends on our lunchtime wander}

25. Life is...{Full of light and I can't stop taking photos of it} // 26. Childhood {toys} // 27. Earth {gorgeous blossom}

28. My Sunday {is going to consist of a lot of relaxing and reading} // 29. I wore this today {My new favourite necklace. I found this random charm in a shop in Holland and had to have it as a necklace. It reminds me of the front of the Never Ending Story book} // 30. Glasses {My other half, known for his crazy curly hair and love of a pair of sunnies}

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Great Weather for Windmills

Lila and I have just come back from visiting our parents for the week in Papendrecht, in the Southwest of Holland. 

I would say a great time was had by all, even if the weather was a tad on the cold side. Oh come on, I’m British, you didn’t really expect me not to mention the weather did you? If you did, who were you kidding!

We got to visit a number of lovely places. We went to Gouda and had some cheese.

 

We went aboard a modern day, full size Noah’s ark. It really has been built! With life sized animals (albeit the more exotic ones aren’t real), but the goats, horse, dogs, peacocks, bunnies and birds were. There is sits, well gently rocks presumably, on the port in Dordrecht.

We went to a little tourist spot called Kinderdijk, with gorgeous blue skies, water and windmills. As you can imagine, if you know me at all, many a photo was taken.

 

 

 

There we met two cheeky but responsive ducks. Lila and I were talking to the ducks, as you do, and I said “Come on over and bite her laces” and lo and behold over he waddled (do ducks waddle?) straight up to Lila and he started pecking at her laces. Just call me Dr. Doolittle. Next time I see a goose maybe I’ll ask it to lay a golden egg. Hey, you never know right!

 

Isle of Dogs

 

While driving to Lila’s for our family weekend for Mothering Sunday, I spotted a sign for the Isle of Dogs.

 

I have decided that this is literally an island where only dogs get to live.

 

There are endless treats to be had, lots of space to run around. Toys that throw themselves and lots of dogs to befriend.

 

I have told Saxon about it, he plans to visit one day.

 

Although as Dad questioned, when all the dogs dream there, who do they think they are?

In your dreams...

I dream a lot, always have and I seem to remember them more than most people I talk to. I think I get it from my Grandad, who also used to talk about his dreams at the breakfast table.
 

Random fact, it’s also my favourite word!

When we were driving to London the other weekend for a family get together, I started talking about a weird one I’d had recently, which could have been made into an episode of Ripper Street (which was on recently) and I was merrily chatting away describing that in this certain dream I’d been a man in his 40s. 

Only to discover that when my parents dream they are ALWAYS themselves!

Yes, sometimes I’m myself, but I’d say 9 times out of 10 I’m not…I can be anyone. So the news that they are always themselves is truly shocking to me.

So, I need to know, are you always you when you dream?