The norf wind do blow and we shal ave snow...
OK - it's the east wind but it do blow. I started my day in what has become traditional fashion today - glass of apple juice, cup of tea and a laptop on the long squashy bench on the deck, checking email. After having the wind slam the lid a couple of times and realising I have wrecked enough laptops this year, I headed back indoors.
So back indoors to check the news and things. My laptop has finally realised I am not in Kansas anymore and shows me the NZ news. That means there is no mention of American politics which is very refreshing.
I spent most of the morning doing a tiny bit of housework followed by a hundred pages or so of the Bourne Identity (on the windy bench outside) before trotting off to the Albany Pool to share some lunch with Nonie in the local park. Once again my GPS made its mark by guiding me perfectly for the first 15 kilometres, which I knew, and then, as I zipped round a roundabout a bit sharpish, it dumped itself on the floor and muttered to itself darkly the rest of the way. Fortunately the pool is next to the footie stadium so it is fairly hard to miss. We lunched on gargantuan stuffed pitas at the local park.
It was low tide when I got back to Waiwera - time to explore the next beach to the north. It was about 1 km long and sandy with lots of fresh water streams running into it. There are a handful of houses above, undoubtedly with septic tanks so I gave the stream water a miss.
There are also a number of caves, the floors of which are covered with boulders that were very obviously, until recently, the roof of said cave. So I hope you appreciate this photo - I wasn't sticking around to take more. I did contemplate my plan of action shod a boulder fall from the ceiling and trap me by the leg. The tide doesn't come far into the cave so my best bet would have been to - um - something.
The next beach is very rocky at low tide, unlike the one here which has a sandy bottom at all times if you pick your spot carefully.
I found a couple of fallen trees that appealed, too - I liked the way another tree had started growing in the roots of the first one as well as how the top of the tree had got itself buried in the sand.
The other tree I fell in love with was just crying out to be rolled down the beach. But when push came to shove, it just lay there. Perhaps the tide will take it tonight.
George has just arrived for dinner and to stay the night - I go to be sociable.
So back indoors to check the news and things. My laptop has finally realised I am not in Kansas anymore and shows me the NZ news. That means there is no mention of American politics which is very refreshing.
I spent most of the morning doing a tiny bit of housework followed by a hundred pages or so of the Bourne Identity (on the windy bench outside) before trotting off to the Albany Pool to share some lunch with Nonie in the local park. Once again my GPS made its mark by guiding me perfectly for the first 15 kilometres, which I knew, and then, as I zipped round a roundabout a bit sharpish, it dumped itself on the floor and muttered to itself darkly the rest of the way. Fortunately the pool is next to the footie stadium so it is fairly hard to miss. We lunched on gargantuan stuffed pitas at the local park.
It was low tide when I got back to Waiwera - time to explore the next beach to the north. It was about 1 km long and sandy with lots of fresh water streams running into it. There are a handful of houses above, undoubtedly with septic tanks so I gave the stream water a miss.There are also a number of caves, the floors of which are covered with boulders that were very obviously, until recently, the roof of said cave. So I hope you appreciate this photo - I wasn't sticking around to take more. I did contemplate my plan of action shod a boulder fall from the ceiling and trap me by the leg. The tide doesn't come far into the cave so my best bet would have been to - um - something.
The next beach is very rocky at low tide, unlike the one here which has a sandy bottom at all times if you pick your spot carefully.I found a couple of fallen trees that appealed, too - I liked the way another tree had started growing in the roots of the first one as well as how the top of the tree had got itself buried in the sand.
The other tree I fell in love with was just crying out to be rolled down the beach. But when push came to shove, it just lay there. Perhaps the tide will take it tonight.
George has just arrived for dinner and to stay the night - I go to be sociable.
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