The first to rise.

Waking to the dawn lights soft glow thought her delicate white lace curtains.The light was filling her room with a pastel pink glow on to her white walls.

Hearing Mr black bird starting to sing away.

She guessed he was looking for a delightful breakfast of worms.

She rose first before the others in the household opened their eyes .

Stepping quietly and gently down each single wooden step .with its old cracks without making a sound.

Isabell entered the large cottage kitchen.

walking over to the the window which was hazy with thick morning dew.

she looked out upon the pine trees across the meadow .

A plump robin flew down and rest a while on her terracotta flower pot he was admiring her bright red geraniums.

while singing his beautiful song as the morning light was becoming brighter.

she stretched her arms high above her head gently wiggling her shoulders as to wake her physical body a little more.

Taking in one long breath and very slowly breathing out .Leaving her own breath mark on the damp window pane.

she suddenly turn on her heel and walk to the kitchen table where she had the need to pick up last night’s freshly baked bread .To take a long deep breath to smell it’s freshes and lovely aroma.

There where 3 aroma s she’s had loved all her life fresh bread ,coffee and freshly washed linen which had been hung outside all filled with that fresh air smell.

She looked at the little bowl on the table that would be the last of this years berries from her garden .

They must be savoured until she had the joy of them again next year.

Time to make and enjoy that coffee.

She poured her coffee into her favorite cup.

A heavy ,earthenware pottery handmade cup.

This cup neatly fitted nicely into both her hands.

As she cradled in her hands the weight of the cup and the warmth it gave her as she held it gave her a deep comfort .

Along with aroma of coffee which now filled the kitchen air and her body as she inhaled its deep fresh smell.

This was one of the things she loved about rising first in her house.

Time to have quietness and watch the birds finding their breakfasts.

A joy to have these moments with nature.

Isabell was now ready to start another day.

We have never been here before Hungary time to visit .

This is an unassuming small town that isn’t very touristy for foreigners.

There is a gorgeous lake on the Tizer River, with parkland, a few cafes, and a restaurant.

The lake is busy with local people, and families enjoy their time there.

Boating, fishing, and one family very happily feeding a very friendly, giant stork with fish from the river.

Some lovely walks around the river and through woodlands as well.

The atmosphere was very family-oriented, relaxed, and happy. It was an absolute pleasure to see this there.

While we were in Martley, we had walks here most days at some point, which became part of my day, and I enjoyed it very much.

One road ran through Marley, with houses on either side. If you were just driving by, you might never see that lovely lake area. Thankfully, most days I walk around and discover new things and places to see.

The house we were staying in was not on this main road but down a side street.

Some of the houses were old-style, but very interesting. In front of all the houses, on both sides of the road, were fruit trees, plum, cherry, and apple.

Some days later, I found out that this was quite a common theme throughout Hungary, which I think is terrific: roads lined with fruiting trees.

Our house had once been falling down, but the lady who owned it had really invested in rebuilding it, and it had been done very well .

The whole village had a lovely Hungarian feel; it was pretty and quiet, and the surrounding area was all very flat.

It really was an enjoyable place to be.

Random special photos of Malta and my little flower water colour done sitting in valletta.

There are always a few random photos that remain special, but when done really well, they belong in a category of their own! I love taking photos as I travel. There is also a little picture of a piece of art I did in the little watercolour book that I carry with me when I travel. It’s some little flowers and wild dog roses, painted while sitting on a bench in Valletta on a late afternoon.

Ggantija Gozo.

This is a megalithic temple of Malta, which is part of the World Heritage Site. Erected during Neolithic peroid between 3600 and 2500BC and therefore older than sites like stonehenge.Statues and figures appear to be those of the Mother goddess, dedicated to this cult. The gaint towers there are beileved to be by ledgend built by enormous creatures as a site of worship.in 1980 Gganttija was declared world heritage site by UNESCO. Travellers and German artist Charles Frederick de Brocktorff painted amazing pictures of this site.

Ta Kola windmill Gozo

This cute windmill is in the village of Xaghra, Gozo, built in 1725 by Fondazione Vilhena, then rebuilt in 1780, and has been a lovely museum since 1992.With the central round tower, some rooms inside the miller’s living room and bedroom, along with old traditional tools for woodwork and ironwork.The sails and milling machinery have also been restored, and you can walk the steps to the top of the windmill through all the tiny rooms.

Casa Rocca Piccola .

The word is unique: a sixteenth-century palace and family home in the heart of Valletta. Built in 1580 first noble houses in city of Valletta was called Casa del Giardino was the only house in Valletta permitted to have a garden . Lavish rooms full of paintings, furniture, and silver, kept for the last 400 years. There is also a deep underground maze of tunnels dating back to World War 2. In the courtyard garden is the family’s parrot, who is fun to chat with a little.

Mellieha.

We sat in the court yard of Sactuary of our lady of mellieha roman catholic church. Constructed in various stages between the 16th and 18th centuries and visited by the kings, viceroys of Sicily, and Pope John Paul. We then took a walk with a great view of the Red Tower – St Agatha’s Tower 1647, which was the furthest outpost from Valletta and served as a signal post for communication with Gozo.