Slinking, slurping and sipping

[izmeina]

Happy Green Year

Iz slinks in from her sunset in the sand celebrating the passing of another 365 days in the muggle calendar. Thisssss year we get an added bonus. One big fat juicy extra 24 hours for free! Pity we got to wait two whole months to get it.

The Cocytusian Cat has invited Iz to see her Slythie Christmas tree. Izzie wants one. And Izzie will gets one. Gotta have some place to put those bags of silver baubles that couldn't find room for on the walls and the Slythie Shrine.

Iz has just come back from seeing some gorgeous fireworks only about 15 mins walk up the road. Some crazy folks here like to celebrate new years day evening. Suits Iz - means we get to see twice as many fireworkses.

New Year's Eve for Iz started at St Brutus. Got there just before 3pm and stayed till 5pm when I got the bus to the beach.

There is some absolutely gorgeous council gardens up one of the side roads. Iz likes to lurk there first before pottering down to the sea and sand. It is a spooky gothic sort of place and Iz has fond memories of being there overlooking the ocean and reading "Prisoner of Azkaban" for the very first time. Just one more reason to add it to the Izzie list of 'sacred sites' Iz was thinking - well at least no one will be getting married for New Year's Eve so will have the place ALL to my ickle self and a few of the local folks and their dogs who know just how nice it is.

But some one other than Iz is getting wise to the gorgeous gardens. The gates were locked and there were oodles of nasty green and white portable loos.
Some bugger is having a party here and Iz ain't invited. sssssssss. Nasty nasty selfish sneaks ;)

Yesssss...the snobs have discovered the joys of partying by the sea under the stars. Some sleazeball DJ direct from Ibiza - Jose Padillo.
Iz slinks off sulking. At least they haven't fenced off the sand and surf. Instead of sitting in another one of the Potter places at the bottom of the hill - a wooden stairs and pathway to the beach - went the whole way down and sat as near to the water as one could get without getting the toes wet. Oh it was so magical. Hardly a muggle to be seen and oodles and oodles of space and tranquility with only the sound of the waves slushing and foaming on the sand to annoy me. Simply so enchanting.


The sun did manage to slink surreptitiously behind some clouds at the last minute so we never got to see it go over the horizon but it was still gorgeous anyway.
Next stop was to survive the shrieking Shirleys appearing out of the woodwork at every bar, club or bus stop en route to such locations. Oh Izzie's wand finger was getting ever so itchy. Unlike busses, at least one can choose the company to keep on a broomstick but drinking and flying is NOT a recommended combination. So the bus it had to be - silly blond bimbos and all.

Like last year - finally went to the city foreshore and met the ma about 10pm and had yet another picnic and drinksies before walking back to the ma's about 12.30 Lucky she is only 40 mins walk or so away since waiting for a bus at 1am was the other less attractive alternative.

There were more picnics at the Mad house today and will be even more tomorrow. Izzie is now in possession of the Preciousssss for one whole year. Time flies when you are having fun.