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I know I am in danger of boring my readers with my basset antic stories so I thought I’d test out the potential of my new photoshop elements and see if we could make it more interesting for you.  So here’s yesterday’s walk recorded in black and white.

I think that black and white photographs bring a depth of character that the full technicolour often doesn’t.  It also brings back memories of a time gone by when that was about all you could have.  Anyway, here’s some basset photoblogging black and white style for you to enjoy!

It’s been wild Spring weather this week - lots of rain and lots of wind.  Destructive wind that has rendered my washing line inoperable.  It was a soul destroying moment to see it collapsed in a heap with my washing trailing on the floor.  Not to mention a certain small dog lying in what became a most comfortable spot.

But the weather is good.  For the grass.  For the trees.  In fact for the soul.  But that’s another story!

For the moment I am delighting in the Spring Green.  How we’re starting to move from the dull browns to the vivid greens of the grass, trees and plants that are bursting with spring green colour.  There’s still a way to go but slowly but surely we’re getting the natural environment around the house back to what nature intended before the bulldozers rolled in.

I played hooky today from work and chores.  I even left the bassets to their own devices in the barn and headed off for lunch and an afternoon at the coast.  I was visiting a friend who I first met as my coach trainer and then my coach.

She’s an amazing lady who has an insight into life that really chimes with me.  Whilst she has huge self awareness she’s practical and a realist.  No airy fairy crystals or false cheer-leading, she says what she sees or thinks.  Direct is here middle name (not really, but I think you get my point)!

G lives up on the Kapiti coast.  She has a house on the beach front.  The house in the picture is not actually her’s she lives just behind but you can’t see it.  The planning regulations now say that beach houses can’t be seen from the high tide line.  the benefit of this is that you can walk along the beach and not see any of the houses that line the coast.

It was a beautiful afternoon and perfect beach walking weather.  There were people fishing, kayaking and us toddling along the beach chatting and laughing.  It was a really wonderful way to spend an afternoon playing hooky.

Thought you might enjoy some beach pictures that don’t involve basset hounds hooning around.  When you look at these pictures it’s always good to note that there are so many of these types of beaches in New Zealand - wide, deserted and generally free of rubbish.  Lots of driftwood and shells but otherwise as nature intended.