Farewell Te Wai Pounamu, it is with sadness that I leave
Yesterday morning I left. I had followed the Picton detour signs, a reminder of an earthquakes capability, and was on the 0215 ferry to Wellington and then homeward(?) bound to Auckland. I have spent most of 2016 with you and have grown to love who you are. Continue reading “I leave the South Island … for now”
Queenstown is a fantastic place with some amazing scenery which can leave you in a state of awe
It came to me as I was walking up the ski road – the “wow” moment, the “yes! this is why I packed up my stuff and left Auckland”. I am doing the right thing, peace and contentment surround me. Continue reading “the Awe of Lake Alta (part 1)”
Judy was very grateful for the water left by some kind person on the exit (and entrance) to the Timaru Scenic reserve where many dogs go walking. Thank you to that considerate person – the water was clean and fresh
My Tonkinese cat (for three weeks) was completely white, slender with a very long tail and blue eyes. He was timid and while we shared the same living area I was not allowed to touch him. Continue reading “What is a Tonkinese?”
Rafi loved to chew sticks and he preferred to chew his sticks inside the house. With doors closed his only option of bringing his stick into the house was through the dog door but he could not get through with the stick held in the typical way. He worked it out, the stick had to come in long ways. Unfortunately for Rafi, stick chewing was an outdoor activity and he and his stick went back outside. Double unfortunate was the learning process had to start again the next time he wanted to bring in the stick as he had forgotten the technique from the day before.
Molly had the biggest stick. She found it down by the river and wanted to bring it home. I told her she could bring it if she carried it. She carried it all the way home, carefully negotiating the bollards at start of river track and not stopping once to rest. When we got back to the house (about 800m) she dropped the stick at the bottom of the driveway and had no further interest .
It was a small feast, a romantic feast – bread, cheese, cold meats, dips, olives and sun-dried tomatoes. It was laid out on the large, low coffee table in the living area with cushions for seating. The wine was chilled, the lights were low, the scene was set for a romantic anniversary celebration.
A glass of wine and a dip in the spa was the appropriate thing to do before embarking on the evening spread except they forgot about their housesit charges – two dogs and two cats waiting quietly in the wings for their entrance cue – even the olives were sampled.
Story told to me by a home owner, about a previous housesitting couple