The Baynhams

I was 12 when I took this photo. The first photo ever taken with my first camera, bought with my very own money I had been given on my Confirmation Day. Cards had come in the post from Aunts and Uncles, each one wishing me well and each with a crisp £5 note inside. The money had given me the chance to buy something I had always wanted. My very own proper camera. 

I loaded the film in nervously and held the camera in my hands. 27 was the number in the round window. 27 opportunities to capture an image. "But what?" I asked my Granny who was staying with me. "Anything you like", she replied. I asked could I take a photo of her. She smiled and agreed. We walked into the garden where the sky was blue, the sun shone brightly, she wore a deep fuchsia pink cardigan and clutched her prayer books tight in her hands. Her hair was white and fine, blowing with the breeze that sent ripples through the green leaves behind her. I told her to say cheese, she smiled, I clicked. 

It took a couple of weeks to use the rest of my precious 26 chances. I don't know what photos I took with them. They are long disappeared, in a dusty box, who knows where. But the first photo. It was beautiful. I was so proud of it. Ten years later I was given a small silver photo frame as a wedding gift. It could hold an image smaller than a credit card. I found that first photo. With the majority of the greenery cut away the image of my granny perfectly filled the small frame. 

And now almost three decades after it was taken the photo still sits in the frame. The image has faded, washed out, only a hint of the original colours remain. The frame is dulled and has had a few bumps as it has weathered the years and the moves from house to house, country to country. But the memory. It is still bright and fresh, rich fuschia and glossy green, blue skies, white hair and love, so much love that the years cannot fade...

My sweet tooth called, The recipe book fell open and the ingredients were all in my kitchen. Fate, delicious sweet and sticky fate. How I love you!

Congratulations to Murphy for Graduating from Puppy Pre-School. He very quickly realised that treats would be forthcoming if he just sat, lay down and stood when we waved our hands and used key words. Being a dog that is fond of his food we were delighted (if not surprised) that he won the "Puppy Push-Up" competition on the final night. Rhiannon, with a dog treat in hand, managed to make him sit, lay-down, sit, lay-down sixteen times in quick succession in his 30 second time slot, two more than the nearest contender! 

Now we can turn our attention to the book "100 tricks to teach your dog" given to us by some dear little school friends. They ask us every day in the school car park if Murphy has mastered trick number 97 yet? How to fetch a cold beer from the fridge and bring it to Dad in the TV room! 

We will begin working on that one next week kids!

I love this particular gum tree. It is called Scribbly gum because of the distinctive scribble lines on its bark. They are made by the larvae of the Scribbly gum moth that live between layers of the bark. Their burrow tracks are exposed when the tree sheds its outer bark. It's funny seeing the scribbles all over the tree limbs, as though a child had been let loose with pencils and doodled to their hearts content!

Reluctantly tidying away the aftermath of a fun Indian night with friends. Cushions on the floor, low table with sequined runners, tea lights sparkling in crackled mosaic holders. Laughter, spicy food, rich red wine, music and more laughter!

It's Monday morning and Murphy and I are alone in the house. The kids are at school, Byron is at work. There is housework to be done and quite a few blog entries to be caught up on. It looks like Murphy isn't in a hurry for me to put the washer on. He's found some of the kids clothes waiting to go in the machine and has brought them over to his bed and snuggled up on them! I miss them too Murph! 

I read something many weeks ago about personalising passion fruits with your kids initials. It explained that if you etched their initial into the soft green fruit on the vine it would scar and grow with the fruit until it matured. 

I decided to try out an "S" "R" and "G" Finally the fruits are big and turned dusky purple. Tonight I cut open Sian's one and added it to a fruit salad she was having for tea. I 'm sure it tasted better for being personalised!

We are really enjoying the lifestyle change that having a dog in the house has brought. Byron and myself have started going for walks with him some mid-week evenings and over the weekends too. 

Although he is Rhiannon's dog and she has the main responsibility to make sure he gets enough exercise we are happy to take over the lead occasionally. It is good for all of us to get out and about more. Even 20 minutes fresh air and taking in the beauty of the Australian Winter around us leaves our heads fresh and our spirits lifted. 

Twenty years ago today I was a young student nurse holidaying with friends on the sunny Greek island of Rhodes. I was not looking for love. I was more interested in coaxing my pale Irish skin to change into anything other than milky white. I was having fun relaxing on the beach in the daytime and spending ages getting ready to go out dancing, laughing and having a few drinks with the girls in the evenings. 

As the end of the holiday approached I was getting a bit fed up of all the chat up lines, the sleazy offers of  "Can I buy you a drink" from men that already had their eyes on the next girl they would ask if you said no. So as I walked off the busy dance-floor for a breather and saw a group of guys clustered around the rest of my nursing friends I wasn't overly excited. "Can I buy you a drink?" The same chat up line I heard already but this time said with a Welsh accent. As the automatic words "No thanks" were coming out of my mouth I saw a cheeky glint in his eye. I was filled with courage that can only come from having had a few drinks and being in the anonymity of a strange place where I could be anyone I wanted to be. "Ok, I'll have a bottle of water" I had changed my mind but I was about to show this cheeky Welsh man that buying me a drink did not come with any guarantees. 

I watched him queue in the throng at the bar that was several people deep. I gratefully accepted the bottle when he eventually returned. I drank the icy-cold water back in one long drink, said "Thank-you" and turned and went back on the dancefloor. I would never have had the same cheeky confidence back in my normal life but here I was free to be anything I wanted to be, like something out of a book or a glossy magazine. I had only a few days left and I was going to enjoy them. 

The next night our group of nurses started our evening with a meal and then moved on to have a drink in a quieter bar. In walked the group of Welsh boys that we had seen the night before. I found myself sitting next to a funny cute guy with an infectious grin. I smiled and introduced myself to him. He said he knew who I was, he'd bought me a bottle of water the night before. I felt my cheeks flush. The tipsy and confident Gina of the previous night was a long way away from the girl I really was. I decided to behave myself and made small talk and found out he had celebrated his birthday a few days ago. I returned from the bar with a glass of complimentary bread sticks and put them in front of him. A belated Happy Birthday gift. He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks, you shouldn't have, free bread sticks, just what I've always wanted"

He smiled that infectious grin again and I felt butterflies in my tummy. 20 years later and they are still there...

No day can truly start in the Baynham household until the coffee machine rumbles and grinds and the smell of freshly brewed caffeine wafts under Byron's nose... 

We are enjoying our weekly puppy pre-school classes with Murphy. Because he is Rhiannon's dog she is his main trainer and I sit in the background. The classes have been as much about educating us as Murphy. It also gives him a valuable chance to become socialised with a mixture of other people and dogs which will hopefully make him better behaved over the coming years. 

Next week will be the final of the four classes and there will be a competition to see how many "puppy push-ups" each dog can do in 30 seconds. Really this is getting him to go from "sit" to "down" as many times as possible. We have had great fun with friends kids helping to teach him these commands and counting his progress. He is still a bit unpredictable, doing amazingly well some times and lying down with that "can't be bothered" look other times! 

We will have to see what next week will bring....!

Another "Old Ducks" bookclub read. This is a book written by an Australian author I am familiar with, Jackie French. My kids have been bring her books home from the school library over the years. When it was suggested as a potential for our bookclub I was intrigued. Would a book written to be read by children or adults alike be enough to grab our attention and focus? 

Even though it was an easy read, written through the eyes of an 11 year old boy, this book was really good. The description of the boys wonder as he had to adjust from life in war torn Europe to life in a laid back hot and dusty Aussie town was so good. I was brought back to our first year after emigrating here from the UK. The bombardment of the senses, every smell, every sound so different. 

It described so well the transition of a boy growing up with the propaganda of Nazi teaching that was being fed to him in his German school and which he believed utterly to be true right through to living with the "enemy" and realising everything wasn't quite as he had been taught. 

A real thought provoker, I cant wait to get stuck into this one at a future Old Ducks get together. 

We were so lucky this weekend to be given tickets to the Super Rugby Grand Final in Sydney. It was a nail biting game with deafening screams of joy when the Aussie team won by a single point! 

Adrenaline surged memories!

Saturday morning. Bircher drizzled with honey, sliced crunchy apple, warm croissants and a cup of tea. A lovely way to start the weekend. A lovely meal to break our Friday 5:2 fast. Looking forward to what the day will bring...