Well, we’re back. From holiday, that is. I may even be rested enough that blogging becomes a regular habit again. Maybe. We’ll let time decide that one. In the meantime, here is why I love our once a year holiday to Fiji. In photographs.
How we try to spend our time…
What Miss Oh wants the minute we land these days, but tougher to do with her new shorter ‘do…
One of my favourite natives, and by far the simplest to photograph…
And why having a room with a view is a nice way to end the day…
And for those who may be dubious about the redness of that last photograph – no I didn’t fiddle about with it in Lightroom, other than a small bit of cropping.
There may be a few more photographs to share later, but for now….
That’d be the sound of Ms Oh Waily feeling refreshed and relaxed. It’s been a while since it was last heard around these parts. A big thanks to Mr Oh Waily and Nana & Poppa Oh Waily for a great holiday where I didn’t have to be Mum all of the time.
As predicted earlier, gratuitous photographs of children on holiday.
Miss Oh Waily and I went for an early morning stroll yesterday and between us we took some photographs to share. They are mostly self-explanatory. The first few are by Miss Oh Waily herself, the remainder I claim as my own.
Every holiday we come here, I like to walk down to the chapel on the corner and take a photograph. Next month will be our eighth anniversary of marrying here.
And unlike our humble place of residence here on the island, the neighbours seem to like the furrowed sand look. It seems to be fascinating to Miss Oh Waily here.
Then this afternoon while Master Oh Waily was having his sleep, the little miss and I headed down to our own, unfurrowed section of beach. I now understand the builders of the pyramids. Slave masters can be cruel little mistresses. Especially when forcing slaves to build moats to protect castles from oncoming wavelets. “We’ve* got to hurry!! Quick!! Quick!! Hurry!!”.
But, we are very good at decoration and shell finding. Slaves are very useful for digging, filling buckets and upending them to make Empress Oh Waily’s architectural treasures, however. Sadly, or gladly, I can confess to regressing to childhood and digging in the sand was great fun. Except when the dreaded wavelets breached the preliminary defences. By the end of the build we had a ditch and banking set up with a couple of drains to move the water away – well, sort of.
There will be more to come, just because Miss Oh likes to take photographs and because it means that it won’t be weeks before you hear from me again.
Yes. I am enjoying my holiday. Thanks for asking. 🙂
* this would be the Royal “we”, in case you were wondering.
We have indulged ourselves in a little bit of local culture.
Miss Oh Waily had a mehndi done on her leg a couple of days ago, and the two remaining Oh Waily ladies had theirs done today.
But Miss Oh could not be left out of the fun and asked for another one on her hand and arm, perhaps not the most sensible place to do this on a three year old.
Sadly the little chapel where Mr Oh Waily and I were married seven years ago this Sunday is looking a little bit unloved and uncared for. The photograph above doesn’t show that, but it made me rather sad to see it up close.