We’ve made it to the Holy Land of Beaches on the upper left corner of the South Island. I’ll swing it around to eventually get our farm pictures up, which all seems like a distant dream now that we’ve become full-time beach bums. Our beach-game is strong, meaning we’ve got beach toys, Barry has a SUP board and I now have my very own set of fins to make myself go extra fast when I want to swim into the deep, blue ocean.
We’re renting an amazing house here in Nelson and it suits our every single need. When we first arrived, after a longish day of driving, the girls ran wild checking out every single nook and cranny. While this happened, Barry and I unloaded the car and started laundry because we hadn’t washed a stitch in over a week.
It wasn’t until we’d settled in a bit later that we noticed the ‘shoes’ Audrey had discovered and shoved on her feet. The girls were busy playing Darlene (their favorite imagination game, Audrey’s Darlene….it’s really funny).
Anyhow, we noticed Audrey’s shoes and she told us she’d found them in the kitchen drawer by the oven. Upon closer inspection, we learned that she was wearing oven mitts as shoes/slippers. We haven’t had the heart to tell her that they aren’t shoes and she’s worn them around the house now for a few days….
That Darlene. She’s a funny one.
Off to the beach where I may or may not accidentally swim directly into a sand bar because I’m so focused on my new fangled fins.
