No party. No wild, riotous evening into the wee sma' hours (as if anyway). No first footing (neighbours are rather too far away without a good walk and we had all done quite enough walking yesterday). No going into Napier for the midnight celebrations and fireworks and music down at the Marine Parade and on the shore. In fact it was, by far, the quietest New Year I can remember. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Gaz rang from Scotland during the evening and we had a catch-up. Later on we all watched the first two episodes of Still Game. Just before midnight given that there was not a cloud in the sky Martin lit the brazier and candles and everyone went in the spa. I couldn't be bothered going down to The Cottage for my togs so I poured the bubbly and toasted the marshmallows and thus we saw in 2014. As contentment goes that scored pretty high on the scale.
|This morning I woke to bright sunshine and this scene from my bed:|
I had no lemons for my hot water and lemon morning drink so I wandered off to the orchard:
|The Cottage to the right and the drive up to The House and the orchard|
|Looking down the paddock towards the orchard|
|A reminder of Scotland|
|A neighbour was taking her horse for some exercise with the buggy. Unfortunately it was a long way off and I had a brief, and only partially successful, opportunity for a photo.|
Since then it's been a series of phone calls and a really lazy morning. The Family's Son 1 has gone off to work to earn some money for life at Uni. Wendy and Martin have gone to collect Son 2 from Waimarama where he spent New Year camping and when they eventually get out of their beds and wander down I shall feed the younger two with some brunch. All that and this:
Life's pretty damn good.