Recently, there has been lots of summer shenanigans going on in Virginia with beach outings, BBQ bonanzas, yardsale hunting and slurpee-induced brain freezing over there. I can’t help but sigh and cozy up to my glowing candle and inhale the sweet sickly smell of artificial lemongrass and lime (for nostalgic and heating purposes). It’s currently -3C at the moment, and Harold’s walking around in double layers muttering stuff about the age of modern insulation and taking turns with me to see who whose breath vaporizes first in the frigid air.
As Old Man Winter tightens his grip, I thought I’d share snippets of Sumner, a seaside suburb in Christchurch, seen both in the springtime and in the middle of fall. The Esplanade has little shops and cafes to stop by for those who want to feed, stroll or surf (be mindful of the seagulls, John got pooped on right after we had ice cream). Godley Head to Taylors Mistake is a three hour meander among the clifftops, and gave us really nice views of the city. As for the multitude of sheep, they’re just a fluffy part of the vista in need of a fine herder to show ’em the right way home.