It's been a couple of weeks since I've participated in Hey Harriet's Shadow Shot Sunday and I have had withdrawal symptoms. We've been home a little over a week from our wonderful trip to Christchurch in New Zealand, where we shared six delightful days with our daughter and her family. Our son-in-law was attending a conference, so it was decided since we live in different cities (Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne) it would be a wonderful opportunity for us to catch up - all four grandparents, parents and three grandchildren.
This cheerful and talented Maori group entertained us most days with their colourful singing, dancing and, of course, the traditional Haka. They are my obvious choice for Shadow Shot Sunday. It was quite cold and my motherly instinct made me want to rush out and smother them with some sensible warm clothing.
The two older grandchildren delighted in frolicking in the mid-autumn leaves and generally discovering all that Christchurch had to offer.
Our granddaughter was intrigued by the old fashioned cash register and equally by the lovely lady who allowed her to operate it. She was doubly intrigued by the tattooed chin, but was very polite and didn't make any comment.
The New Zealand branch of the family.
Our Little Red Riding Hood pays respect to Christchurch's local heroes...
... while Mr Fudge III pays respect to Grandma's scone. I must admit it's the first time I've ever had a scone baked in a flower pot - when our son back in Brisbane saw this image he reckoned that it had its own postcode. Yes, it was steaming hot, fresh out of the oven and light as a feather and yes, I did share it with the little boy with the big blue eyes. Had it been a fine day, you can only imagine the shadow it would have thrown!