Like a sprite from the sea She giggles and tumbles in her giant sandpit… Gossamer hair dancing in the warm winds… She lives in a word of sandy delight… Her laughter singing with the waves… Summer is here… Bliss. Frannie xx © 2014 Francesca Muir
There’s one place on earth where I don’t like to sleep as I don’t want to miss a thing. I don’t want to waste a minute of the day, or night. It’s my spiritual home. It’s the place where I take off my suit of armour and just be Me. It’s where I breathe deeply, […]
At exactly 33.89S and 151.27E you will have reached your destination! Iconically Australian and delightfully quirky… …welcome to The Grounds by the Sea… A Pop-Up Cafe in Marks Park and The Grounds of Alexandria‘s Baby sister, It’s where comfort is paramount… And unfortunately, NOT for sale! It’s where refreshments entice […]
Spring is in the air… Time to dust off the cobwebs… Open our sleepy eyes… Come out of hibernation… And face the warming sun and grow some more! Frannie xx © 2014 Francesca Muir
It’s dinner time… But I am loathe to share! And I have a question: “Just how long do they think my neck is?” But I guess there is method in their madness… …as there is more than enough to go round! Frannie xx © 2014 Francesca Muir
Be off my wonderful, fine Friend. Cammeray, Sydney – Australia Fly with the winds behind you, Sydney Harbour – Australia the sun over you Cremorne Point, Sydney – Australia and the world at your feet. Oia, Santorini – Greece Take with you my love, Vienna – Austria My admiration Oia, Santorini […]
” Time spent with a cat… …is never wasted!” Collette Frannie xx © 2014 Francesca Muir
The Sydney Fish Markets are a rainbow of delight… from the silver slivers of the Atlantic salmon… to the golden eyes of the orange sea bass. Then there’s the gentle pink hues of the New Zealand snapper … And the luminous emerald of the Green-lipped mussel… Not forgetting the gentle baby pink underbelly of the octopus. There’s […]
… reflect a tranquility and calm… …strut around with noisy abandon… …are cheap… … a labour of love… … whittled into a dying art form … … ride the crest of silent waves… … create surprises around every corner …provide welcome relief under the shade of ancient olive trees… […]
Is it by accident or intention? That a casually placed pot sprouting a twisted vine creates a piece of art? Or that a hastily painted donkey shoe Pops when nailed in blue and framed in white? That boats drying on a window sill are art within art? And a broken pot artistically sitting on a stone […]