Two go boating in Lumpini Park.
In which there’s more to paddling than you might first expect.
In which there’s more to paddling than you might first expect.
“We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling.” Niall Williams
My Mum on winter frosts and cold cures.
As with fog in winter, the sun clears things up.
In which telling the time symbolises the triumph of hope over adversity
Iconic sites and personal stories.
Our last day on the Cape, the road was empty, the conditions easy ,and there was plenty to delay us.
We’re on our way from Tokomaru Bay to Whanarua Bay and the going is still slow.
Tolaga Bay Wharf; where the wind returns me to my real self.
Our revised road trip includes a revisit to Eastwoodhill. And I attempt the impossible.
The korero