Sally Kenworthy
Silver Member
PARADISE......................................
I’m home now, in my little slice of paradise — Far North New Zealand. Ninety Mile Beach hums on one side, the mountains rise proud on the other. Horses graze lazily in the paddock, the dogs sprawl in the sun, cats claim every chair they can, and the chooks wander about with more attitude than sense. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect.
And yet — every now and then, I miss the buzz. The energy. The glorious chaos of Langtrees.
On my last visit to stay with my sister, Mrs Langtrees, I was reminded just how much fun (and trouble) that world can bring. There were lots of laughs… and one particularly memorable moment that still makes me cringe and cackle at the same time. Very innocent, but so traumatic
I’d been racing around, trying to find a client I’d somehow misplaced..... don’t ask how, it’s a long story. I came barrelling around the corner at a hundred miles an hour, and straight into an overflowing laundry cart. I didn’t stand a chance. I was going so fast and trying to stop in time....... legs tangled, balance gone ....... next thing I knew, I was belly-down, arse-up, and face first in a mountain of Cum soaked sheets and soggy towels.
The smell. The horror. The oh-no-not-like-this...... of it all. Dry
retching started instantly.
I leapt up, looked around ...... nobody. Thank heavens.
Then the panic hit: what about the cameras? I dashed to the office to check. No one had noticed. No evidence. Safe.... and I told NO-ONE
So, I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I locked myself in the bathroom, scrubbed my face and hair within an inch of their lives....... using the only thing available: hand soap. Came out dripping, red-faced, and claimed I’d had a sudden hot flush and just needed to cool off.
The girls didn’t question it. I think they’ve all had “hot flushes” of their own now and then.
Now, back here at home — surrounded by calm, beauty, and the sound of the sea — I laugh about it often. Life really is different here. Slower, cleaner, quieter. The photo below is me riding my hubby's horse AMAZON and some of my herd, following for a romp on the beach. My happy place… but part of me will always love the mad, messy energy of that other world too.
LET'S DO IT ALL AGAIN IN FEBRUARY 2026 !!!!!!!
I’m home now, in my little slice of paradise — Far North New Zealand. Ninety Mile Beach hums on one side, the mountains rise proud on the other. Horses graze lazily in the paddock, the dogs sprawl in the sun, cats claim every chair they can, and the chooks wander about with more attitude than sense. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect.
And yet — every now and then, I miss the buzz. The energy. The glorious chaos of Langtrees.
On my last visit to stay with my sister, Mrs Langtrees, I was reminded just how much fun (and trouble) that world can bring. There were lots of laughs… and one particularly memorable moment that still makes me cringe and cackle at the same time. Very innocent, but so traumatic
I’d been racing around, trying to find a client I’d somehow misplaced..... don’t ask how, it’s a long story. I came barrelling around the corner at a hundred miles an hour, and straight into an overflowing laundry cart. I didn’t stand a chance. I was going so fast and trying to stop in time....... legs tangled, balance gone ....... next thing I knew, I was belly-down, arse-up, and face first in a mountain of Cum soaked sheets and soggy towels.
The smell. The horror. The oh-no-not-like-this...... of it all. Dry
I leapt up, looked around ...... nobody. Thank heavens.
Then the panic hit: what about the cameras? I dashed to the office to check. No one had noticed. No evidence. Safe.... and I told NO-ONE
So, I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I locked myself in the bathroom, scrubbed my face and hair within an inch of their lives....... using the only thing available: hand soap. Came out dripping, red-faced, and claimed I’d had a sudden hot flush and just needed to cool off.
The girls didn’t question it. I think they’ve all had “hot flushes” of their own now and then.
Now, back here at home — surrounded by calm, beauty, and the sound of the sea — I laugh about it often. Life really is different here. Slower, cleaner, quieter. The photo below is me riding my hubby's horse AMAZON and some of my herd, following for a romp on the beach. My happy place… but part of me will always love the mad, messy energy of that other world too.
LET'S DO IT ALL AGAIN IN FEBRUARY 2026 !!!!!!!
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