I loved this old bicycle with the French bread and flowers, outside the shop.
Years ago I had an old bicycle like this, that an old Lady had given me, that she no longer used and brought it out from her shed, one day when we were visiting her.
My lovely old bike was maroon and I named her Gertrude (Gertie for short) I really wished I had kept her, as she would now be an antique.
Imagine the hours of fun that children would have riding this beauty.
We had breakfast down at an outdoor cafe overlooking the water. It was such a lovely day and the sun was warm and the sky blue.
This is the Coromandel coast, near a little seaside town called Tairua.
There were a few surfers out having fun, in the waves.
These magnificent native trees to New Zealand, stand tall and proud. The Kauri tree is among the worlds mightiest trees, growing to more than 50 metres tall with trunk girths up to 16 metres.
An old house we lived in had this beautiful wood throughout, on the floors. A rich golden colour that gave the house such a warm and inviting look.
This morning I went and did a very silly thing while out on my walk.
I tripped on the pavement, fell down and ended up grazing my knees and cutting my fingers.
We were about exactly half way around the block and my husband wanted to go and get the car while I sat and waited. I said I would be alright and I limped home with blood dripping from my knees and fingers. It is very painful hobbling around, and especially walking up stairs and trying to type on the keyboard with bandaids on my left hand is a little hard to do.
Oh well, I will have to be a little more careful.
Just want to wish all my dear friends, a very beautiful week.