Make a wish

What would you wish for, at a wishing well?

When Apollo and I found the wishing well in our wanderings around the Larnach Castle grounds, I was quite taken with it – and wouldn’t you be? While the well itself was now covered (I’d read that a very tipsy party goer had pushed a signal cannon down in about a hundred years earlier, which was rather challenging to retrieve), the sheer romanticism of it grabbed in a way that usually only parasols do. And did I ever wish I had one with me to take photos with! Still, Apollo did a great job of taking a picture of me making a wish, and I determined that I would return later to get me a scavenger hunt photo. Oh yes indeed!

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Experimentation on the Lodge Balcony

So I’m standing on a balcony, in a Lodge, on the grounds of a Castle, found on the Otago Peninsula, looking out over at the southern mainland of New Zealand – not to mention some very pretty water in between here and there.

Just in case you were curious.

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Admiring the view

It wasn’t all crenellations and staircases at Larnach Castle – there was also the lovely Lodge, and our amazing room. Why was it amazing? Well, in part, because we had a balcony with insanely good views.

(Apollo and I woke up early our first morning there, opened the curtains, snuggled in bed and watched the most incredible sunrise spread across the sky – and our entire suite. I don’t have the words to describe it, but it was an experience to treasure.)

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King of the Castle

This time last week Apollo and I had just arrived at Larnach Castle, which is on the Otago Peninsula, deep in the south of New Zealand. We were on holiday – and while for most of it we were visiting his mother in Dunedin, for two days in the middle we were taking some time for ourselves and staying at Larnach Lodge, on the grounds of the only castle in the country. And it’s a beautiful castle indeed!

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Exhibit at Readings

I am positively loathe to use up the last of my Melbourne photographs! There are more I haven’t shown, but this is the last of the planned posts that uses pictures from my trip to see Tethys last November.  I feel like by showing these, the visit is finally over…

After my naughty flash at the bakery, it was time to visit Readings – a fantastic bookstore (that, yes, also has music and film – but I was going for the books!).  I left my camera in the capable hands of Belladonna, because she was having so much fun taking photos anyhow, and m’Lady and I both had a good browse at what was on offer. We weren’t the only ones though – the place was packed!

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Diamond Valley

When I went over to Melbourne in November to meet Tethys for the first time, we had some great adventures – both in and out of the house! One of our outdoor ones was randomly discovering a miniature railway, which was also home to a large park and lots of secluded spots. The railway wasn’t running when we were there, but we had a lovely wander around, made out a bunch, took photos (as you can see), and also ended up fucking in a shallow tunnel – very hot stuff!

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Beautiful buttercup

I still have so many photographs to share from my time in Melbourne with m’Lady. So many images of our experiences together. Looking at them makes me smile all over again.

But tonight I am missing hir badly. Missing being in hir presence. Being naked and collared and owned and secure and perpetually aroused and absolutely focused.

So I do now what I did then. I give hir a token.

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At Thresherman’s

I have a hypothesis about Melbourne, which is this: that it only rains on Saturdays. I was in Melbourne for 10 days – and on each Saturday, it absolutely bucketed down! But you wouldn’t know it from this lovely photo, taken inside Thresherman’s Bakehouse in Carlton. Minutes after Tethys and I arrived and sat down with the delectable Belladonna (the friend we were meeting there), the sun was blazing outside – for about the only time that day…

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Safe from the burning star

Not that I was likely to get sunburned at the nudist beach so late in the day – but why take chances?  I’d brought a parasol with me in carry-on luggage all the way from New Zealand, and Tethys was quite happy to take pictures of me enjoying its shade:

After splashing about in the water, it was nice to feel the warm air drying my skin.

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Keep on the Sunnyside

I don’t go to beaches very often. I really love the ocean – but beaches are hot and frequently lacking in shade, which often leads to me being overheated and sunburnt and cranky.

So when Tethys and I planned to visit Sunnyside nudist beach, near Melbourne, we made sure to arrive in the late afternoon, only a few hours before sunset. I was quite excited about this – I love to be exhibitionistic, and visiting a nude beach was going to be a whole new experience for me.

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