Watch Time…

My brother came to visit over the weekend along with the kids. He has a pretty high position at a major manufacturer of cars and heavy duty trucks. His daughter -my niece (3 yrs old)- came to me at some point and gave me a beautiful heavy white square box with a logo: it was a gift. I had no idea what it was until I opened the gorgeous box.

All of a sudden I remembered a conversation I had with my bro last time he came over. I’d noticed his beautiful watch and told him that I wouldn’t mind spending money on one like his. At the age of ten my parents bought me a beautiful tiny watch but somehow it must have been cursed, I’ve never gotten it to work properly…

I bought watches over the years but didn’t really use them. If someone asks me what time it is I normally can tell by looking at the sky or sun. I’m pretty accurate too because of years of training *wink* so I didn’t need one. My brother’s watch was something different, I absolutely adore the design: it reminded me of my sleek Powerbook.

So I was astonished to find this beautiful exclusive branded watch inside the box that was given to me by my niece. You can’t just buy these, they’re corporate gifts. This one is also a men’s watch because I like ‘big’ sizes *hehe* It has a genuine leather band and I wear it on the inside of my arm (for protection): just like my dad used to.

I think the watch is awesome and I think I have a pretty awesome brother too *hehe*

Isn’t it gorgeous?

I so love the design!

Black leather band, watch is heavy! *hehe*

Peat, Mud and Bogs

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like to wake up by the sound of birds in the morning or to get your shoes all dirty with thick greasy mud or peat, having to walk across a bog trying to stay dry [mission impossible] or cycle to the top of a steep hill on a mountain bike… I was in New Forest, National Park near Southampton, over the weekend to visit friends. I went sailing with them in Croatia in 2006 facing some hectic gales and hail and thunderstorms at the time.

The trip to the south was crap since the M25 was the usual Saturday annoying kind of M25 where you sit in solid traffic for hours moving 50 mph -if you’re lucky- because there’s some serious rubbernecking going on literally over ‘nothing’. Because of this there was a two hour delay which was reduced to one hour at arrival due to the exceeding of speed limits the moment the rubbernecking zone was finally passed *sssh*.

Later that day I went to Lymington with M. to visit the local market and the pet shop. Lymington is a nice little place, slightly touristic but not in an annoying way. On our way back to the car, we sat down on the quay for a while to relax and enjoy a Cornish pasty and the view of the sea, the boats and the old! train going across the water. In the evening we went out for a pint and a curry at the local pub and the Indian restaurant in Ashurst.

Sunday we cycled most of the day through the New Forest, the weather was amazing: for two days it has been sunny and warm: perfect to go for a bike ride, speed down a hill, watch the wild horses or sit near a babbling stream for half an hour to enjoy a picnic while basking in the sun. I had some quiet time sitting next to a stream listening to the birds and the sound of the water. I came back with a ‘Katjang’ tan and totally relaxed: holding on to this while I can…

Coz today, it’s pissing with a strong wind and grey sky that’s about to burst with thunder any moment now.

Lymington

Lymington

A picnic break enjoying the sun

New Forest, National Park

Sitting next to a babbling stream for a while

New Forest, National Park

Swamp

Swamp

Swamp

The wild horses