One of the many delights of having a friend to visit is the excuse to be a tourist in your own home town. Yesterday I picked a girlfriend up from the ferry and we headed to Osborne House, to wander the grounds, drink coffee on the private beach, and soak up a little Victorian history. Fun to have a grand venue for a good old natter.
But my goodness- I sure I am terrible at remembering to take photos. We were so busy chatting and catching up, that I barely took a single shot. It’s all well and good to be in the moment, but it’s a little sad to not have a memory of it later. I wonder if Instagram makes me focus my lense on the details and forget the people. If it weren’t for Tom our only photos would be of flowers, books and coffee cups! A year ago I reminded myself that I should take more photos; looks like I still need to work on that.