A self indulgent post indeed, but six and a half year's after having our little bit of paradise resumed, there are still no plans to proceed with the project. We of course, have moved on, and the renovations on the "new" place are finally at that point where we can happily say they are "almost" done!
Today's City Daily Photo Blogs theme is "Your favourite part of town", and in a very self indulgent mood, I have to say those steps in the background have been my favourite spot on and off for quite a long time.
"Papa's Beach" is what Mr Four calls our place, and although his cousin Miss Lily can't yet talk, she probably calls it that as well. The river runs clear, the beach sandy and clean and we think it is paradise.
The stairs are where I've sat over the past decade and watched a thousand sunsets, half as many sunrises, consumed three times that many cups of coffee, photographed all manner of birds and animals coming to visit. Often the water's ever changing moods were a foil to my own, and we'd sit and stare at each other, the river and I.
This month it comes to an end. The house in which all three of our daughters were married, the one that gave birth to at least a dozen boats and has overseen the arrival of a quarter as many grandchildren will pass into the hands of others in a few short weeks. It was bought you see, in a rash of Government impetuosity, a year ago when a faceless bureaucrat thought it would make a lovely place for a freeway, and although shortly after they thought it wouldn't, our new journey had already begun..
Their decision was irrevocable, our life had changed, we made plans for a future in a different place, and in a few short weeks from now we will be gone.
