Sun-drenched days mean I'm INVINCIBLE ....

My village in this morning's glorious sunshine!

What a glorious magnificent sun-drenched day!!!!!!   I have run out of adjectives to describe it ... it’s magical .... absolutely stupendous .... a fore-runner of summer ...... yAy .. YaY ... YAY!!

Chocolat and her new friend Spencer .. and my favourite bit of real estate!

Our very existence here on earth is so dependent on the sun .... my sun-baked beaches .... cotton-wool clouds ........... glistening waves ..... wouldn’t be possible without that great big star at the centre of the solar system.  It’s the one infallible truth in every day ... the sun will rise! When the sun is shining I’m invincible
... I can do anything .... no mountain is too high and no trouble too difficult to overcome.

Every day life can be breath-taking  ...... and especially when the sun’s shining!!

We’ve just experienced the Autumnal Equinox this week .... yep, it signals spring in our part of the world, but the equinoxes were named by Europeans and the names have stuck.  The energies of our earth are supposedly
in balance .... light is equal to dark .... daylight saving begins tomorrow ..... there goes that balance!!  The equinox means we’ll have very high tides at the next full moon which should be around October 7.  I love the high tides ... they’re full of energy ... so powerful ... totally oblivious of everything in their path. Mother Nature is spring-cleaning and the high tides are her vacuum cleaners!

Whilst I love having more sunlit hours in my day it goes hand in hand with restrictions on the times that my hound is allowed access to the waves .... from Labour weekend at the end of October we’re into Summer hours .... it means she can’t be on the beach between 9 in the morning and 7 in the evening.  How do you explain to your hound that because of some ridiculous rules based on the seasons of the year ... her presence on the beach and enjoyment in the waves is illegal ..... hmmmmm ....

In the meantime we’ll make full use of the beach and the waves .... she took her South African ball  this morning and one friendly beach-goer thought it was quite ironic that a Kiwi dog was playing with an SA rugby ball on a NZ beach ... classic she called it! She obviously isn’t a local as the locals know my hound ....  and her obsession with rugby balls ... both her SA one and the “ugly” black one ....... and logs!  She nearly bought something else home with her today though ..... a gorgeous Husky called Spencer .... he so wanted to play with her but, oddly enough for a boy, didn’t have a clue how to play rugby ...... couldn’t have been a Kiwi ... they’re born with rugby balls for ...... hmmmm .... think I’ll leave that thought right there .....