Okay, my husband is still mocking me because I truly thought that Sting was actually singing about Bali in ‘Fields of Gold’. ‘hehe…how can paddy fields be gold?’ he said after calling me a twerp, and insisting that the song is about ‘barley’. Anyhoo, now we have visited that beautiful island I think he should apologise, as you can see the fields are as golden here as anywhere…
Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme: ‘I’d rather be…’
Since my daughters have grown up we’ve only had one holiday together, and it was this one in Northumbria a couple of years ago. It was a typical summer holiday in England – dull, cold and windy, so not wanting to waste such a brilliant beach we bought ourselves a kite. Those four people (this includes my daughter’s partner) right there are the ones I love most in the world (as well as my mum of course – I have to say that, she reads this 🙂 ), and I remember watching them in the shadow of Bamburgh Castle, attempting to fly the kite in what felt like a gale, and generally being daft, and thinking just how lucky I was to be in such a beautiful place with such beautiful people. Yep, I’d take that over a Caribbean holiday any ol’ time…
…on second thoughts, sod the cold, ideally I would be with them in the Caribbean swimming in a warm sea or lying on a white sandy beach sipping at a rum punch…oh yeah…!
Even the smallest tree
will become taller
when it reaches for the stars