New Zealand times.
Three years ago now almost to the day Paul and me took a wee trip across many oceans to the most beautiful and fabulous country of New Zealand. About as far as you can get from here without coming back on yourself. Neither of us had been before but had both wanted to go for a long time, myself pretty much as long as I can remember. I have some distant relatives out there who I had last met when I think I was about 8. However we met up with them and it was like we’d known each other always. Edith Diggle met us at Auckland airport and took us home and looked after us while recovered from the jet lag. Edith’s husband, Lynton and I are related in that Lynton’s grandad and my great grandad were brothers, I think, so what relation to each other that makes us I can’t quite manage to get my head round.
Anyway we spent time with them and also with their son Devon and his lovely little girl Freya who just recently has a new baby sister. We had some fantastic times with them all, especially walking in the Whirinaki forest. Oh honestly for a one who loves trees already New Zealand made me just walk around with my jaw on the ground, some of the most fantastic huge trees just all begging to be hugged.
While we were there Edith and Lynton were re-writing a book on New Zealand shipwrecks. Lynton just recently published this new book too as a companion to the main book. These two never seem to stop, they are always busy with what seemed to us like a myriad of projects and always seemed to have a house full of visitors, it was a fantastic time. Lynton used to be a film maker for the National Film Unit. He made a film back in the seventies I think it was about a potter called Barry Brickell
who lives on the Coromandel Penninsula in New Zealand. He seems to be a proper excentric potter, built himself a narrow gauge railway to get his clay from the other side of his land. It’s another great pottery film, I don’t have a copy but you can see some of it here
but if anyone knows of one out there…
Myself and Devon at his place in Wellington. This is almost a reproduction of a picture I have somewhere of the two of us about 20 years previously. I was looking for a cracker of a photo of a tiny Hannah on Bolton town hall square with a group of visiting Maori and me in a t-shirt my grandma and grandad had brought back from New Zealand and a New Zealand lamb in my arms (not a real one I hasten to add).
More Kauri trees.
Edith is also a painter, here are a couple of her recent pictures that she emailed to me recently. The sky really is that clear amazing blue there. We had two months out there and I narrowly missed meeting Blogger Peter
while we were there, next time Peter!
I have hundreds of other pictures from our trip which I could bore you senseless with. Some others might come out from time to time as they fit in with other stories.
Hmmm, very pleasant memories, a proper trip of a lifetime.