Not much travelling going on at the moment, but it’s good to look back on happy times.
Here’s my Mom-in-law eight years ago, when she was only ninety-nine. On our walk around Winkworth Arboretum in Surrey, we sat down for a rest on this beautifully chainsaw-carved owl bench.
Last year, whilst in Key West, we visited the Butterfly Conservatory, where there was of course, a butterfly bench. I think it was designed for decoration rather than comfort.
Not far away, was Ernest Hemingway’s house and museum. He was a great cat lover and everywhere we looked there were cats lazing around, most of them polydactyl, which means that they have six or more toes on each paw.
Here’s my seat where I sit and converse with my three goldfish. I sometimes wonder whether they get bored swimming around in the same small pond and wish that they could get out into the big wide world, or maybe like myself they are content for now to be confined to their own safe space, out of harm’s way.
This was my comfortable seat yesterday, savouring a glass of Prosecco whilst contemplating whether my Easter Bunny should live or die. Sad to say, he did not survive the day.
Four years ago we were in Key West, when on our way to see the lighthouse, we spied these very life-like sculptures through the fence surrounding a small park. I really had to look twice to make sure that they weren’t real people.
A mother and daughter were enjoying an afternoon picnic, when it would appear that something caught their attention.
Maybe they were waiting for grandma to stop rummaging around in her purse and come over to join them.
The local mall has a play area for when they come to visit us in Florida.
It’s always wonderful to see children enjoying simple pleasures.
Who of us doesn’t remember the thrill of playing on the swings in the local park? Some things never change.
When Sienna came to visit us in Johannesburg she wasn’t too old to enjoy the playground swings.
Likewise with the rides in the shopping mall.
A few years ago, this was my teenage grandson’s favourite seat as he wobbled around on his unicycle which he’d bought with our birthday money. He actually became quite proficient on it, but alas such fads blossom and then die, so it now languishes in a corner of the garage.
This week, I found some photos of places to sit in Thailand. A trip to Bangkok wouldn’t be complete without a trip to one of its floating markets. We were collected from our riverside hotel by boat and taken on a ‘shopping’ tour.
Fruit and vegetables were in plentiful supply at the market and the locals also shop there.
A great variety of goods are sold from boats and as we floated along, our boatman stopped off at many of these well-stocked booths where everything you could imagine in the way of tourist souvenirs was on offer at good prices.
Exploring the Khlongs and canals in Bangkok is done on one of the long-tail boats which are like tuk-tuks on water. The wooden seats are not the most comfortable, but my sit-upon survived the almost two hour tour and the scenery was so interesting.
In Patong I spotted these guys seated on the back of a truck advertising the Thai Boxing Stadium, a visit to which unfortunately was not included in our itinerary, Muay Thai is a traditional form of full contact kickboxing that utilizes kicks and punches as well as elbow and knee strikes, so definitely no sitting down involved. I think it would be quite fascinating to watch though whilst seated at a safe distance.
Our favourite local wildlife reserve is frequented by many elderly folk who come to admire the birds and generally just to sit and enjoy the peacefulness found in nature. Dotted along the boardwalk are benches donated by grateful families in memory of their loved ones who used to enjoy walking and resting here.
The benches are all very plain and serviceable,
but the view from this one is absolutely wonderful,
and sitting up there on the guard rail was this Little Blue Heron, having a very cute bad hair day.
I’ve perched myself on many a makeshift seat over the years. This friendly elephant in Zimbabwe seemed to think it was really funny to have me sitting on his knee.
In Egypt, it was straight off the flight from South Africa and onto a camel. Our guide insisted that we do this before he would take us to our hotel to freshen up a bit.
It was quite a bumpy ride and our camel was a bit frisky, so I was relieved when we were back at ground level and I could slide off of my seat. It’s now a distant memory but I can still remember that searing heat and the pungent camel smell. (Camels pee down their legs to cool themselves off.)
This was a far more civilised mode of Egyptian transport; a horse drawn carriage with a comfortable seat for my sit-upon.