Tree house

Miraculously I caught my plane to San Francisco without incident. Just as miraculously Christian Gentle (a better name you couldn't wish to have apart from perhaps Verian L'Amour although for a bloke that would be a bit suss) was waiting for me at San Francisco airport. After a few unplanned tours of the spaghetti style highways curling around the airport we headed for Los Gatos south of the city and up into the mountains to their tree house. Here's some snaps.

Not a bad view from your living room window!

The deck (or veranda as I'd call it). Ideal for sundowners.

Holly adopting a pretty good Brucie teapot.

Chris & Holly lounging in the...lounge. Was mucking about with my camera to see what sepia was

like. This is what it's like.

Chris and me on the deck, sunsetting behind. Now I'm no prize winner on the sartorial elegance front but judging by the gopping shirt, something tells me Chris has spent too much time in the USA. Get a grip man!



No idea what Holly was making here but she looks pretty chuffed with the results. Well done.



I think these may have been involved..not sure.

Of course no tree house is complete without a massive games room and antique pool table. Here Chris is getting into the Wild West theme with his gunslinger stance. I had been cheating and was to be taught a lesson! Terrific.



Another view from the deck - sun sinking below distant mountains into the 'V' of the Pacific. Whaaaat--everrrr!