cabin fever

Bach, cottage, shack or cabin...which ever way you look at it, there is a reason we call it cabin fever - that 'fever' that comes from being stuck indoors while the rain continues to fall outside.

Exacerbated by the confines of a small space. 

I love the bach, but this is meant to be summer.

Even though I detest the thought of myself wearing togs, I would actually quite like to wear them now, if you know what I mean.

Although the fact that all I do all day is eat might make me want to reconsider that rash sentence.

Some of you asked whether our bach was a beach house or a shack.
There are both varieties here at the beach, but ours is definitely more of the shack variety, albeit a nice shack.
To use my favourite terms (courtesy of Sibella Court), it is the ultimate in lo-fi and upcycling, and usually absolutely perfect for a beachy, bachy, sunny kind of holiday.
Usually I wouldn't want to change a thing.
And some of my collected treasures I would happily transport back to Wellington, but it is always nice to 'rediscover' them whenever we are here.

If only the rain would go away.

Brunnel is working in Sydney this week.

Yesterday we got the message that if he wanted to actually make it on to the plane, then we needed to consider getting out from the beach because the river was flood level high, and likely to trap us in.
So we high-tailed it over the hill and invited ourselves to stay with my parents in town.
Brunnel had one of those heart in your mouth flights down to Wellington, and will now be embracing the Sydney sunshine and the joy of Bills, while pretending to work hard.
The girls and I have had a little hi-fi (read TV for them, and internet for me).
Now I'm ready to return to my little bach, feeling as though I can embrace the cabin fever more readily!

Amanda xx