Having a nephew is fun. I planned an Easter Egg hunt for Blake at my Gran’s house.
Even though the kid can’t yet talk, he understood the premise perfectly. The face smeared with chocolate is evidence he enjoyed it.
On Thursday I bought a lens. The first lens I’ve bought in 4 years! I now own Canon’s L series 24mm ƒ1.4. I don’t normally like wide lenses, but I find ’em handy for weddings and I’m way too comfortable with the 50mm.
I took a couple of test shots at my gran’s house, which turned out to be quite special as I caught her happily interacting with my nephew, Blake, after being upset about her ill health. I love my family.
My Gran had a bad fall. We were all set to head to Mar Hall for afternoon tea (my favourite place for cake, coffee and sandwiches!), but at 83 the fall badly impacted her back. As a result, we celebrated my Gran’s 83rd birthday from her house.
There was still cake. Chocolate. And I got to see my nephew, Blake. Any day that involves chocolate cake and my nephew is a good day. Happy birthday, Gran.
Yesterday, I visited the seaside town of South Queensferry for the first time. It’s a quaint village on the outskirts of Edinburgh, populated with ice cream parlours and colourful houses.
My family met for lunch to celebrate my Dad’s 10 year anniversary. Maybe ‘celebrate’ is the wrong word, but I think we’re all glad it was a decade ago and the feelings of grief have left us, and so many positive changes have happened since then.
I feel GOOD, guys.
I finally made it to Paris, taking my mother and sister along with me. The crepes were tasty. The Eiffel Tower was impactful. The men are handsome, but they smoke. We walked 8-10 miles every day. I got to use Uber for the first time. People taking selfies at the Eiffel Tower made me laugh. I saw the hotel my dad took my mum to when she was 21. Jack Russells are popular in Paris. I’d like to go back.