Yesterday morning we got up early and decided to go to the flea market on a photo mission.
This is one of the places of my childhood and teenage life. Every weekend we’d walk up here or catch the bus. And then walk home along the shoreline – along sandy beaches and rocky outcrops. Then up the steep steps up the cliff at Seacliffe Ave to home. More often than not we’d be barefoot and it was Summer when problems arose. The footpaths were literally melting and the grass was full of prickles. Which do you choose?
We bumped into Ben at the flea market and arranged to visit him at his new place later in the morning. Stupidly we didn’t buy any of these danishes for breakfast – we were on a hot dog and tomato sauce nostaligia pilgrimage. Sadly that went unfulfilled as the people weren’t at the market this week.
We were however well rewarded for our patience with gorgeous breakfasts later at Devonport Farmers Market.
When we got to Ben’s we just couldn’t believe our eyes at his view! It’s enough to make us want to move to Devonport – but we have other moving plans for next year which I shall disclose in a few weeks time.
And because we never go to Devonport without a visit to Cheltenham off we went. This is the place I was lucky enough to spend my early years – right by a lovely, pretty, very safe beach. It’s my favourite place in the world. It’s the first place we go to when we arrive back in Auckland and it’s the first place we always bring visitors.
Well, so much for painting the living room this weekend – but we had the best weekend we’ve had in ages. Oh, and I went and played with an overlocker too. Yes. Watch this space!