September

Fresh from the vigour’s of skiing we loaded up our gear and made tracks to the west coast.

I nearly forgot how strenuous the ascent to Lisa’s dad’s house was; up an overgrown path, over mossy boulders and streams till you reach a small clearing in which the house dominates with impressive views over the bush and sea. The walk may have been pretty tiring, even for us fit young athletic types but to our surprise Lisa’s dad could outpace us all the way. This is even more remarkable as he had one foot in plaster after severing all the tendons after dropping corrugated iron on it. Jesus! I better quit moaning and toughen up.
Days were spent chilling out while learning to appreciate the finer qualities of wine - Lisa’s dad is a true connoisseur: running a course at the local college, writing a regular column for the local rag and having consumed more than his fare share of plonk.

We then got dropped off at Lisa’s mum’s a further hour and a half up the coast road. On the first night we hit the local boozer in Granity to see New Zealand’s local guitar legend, Billy TK - and dare I say, best of all the guitar legends. Apparently he started around the same time as his contemporary - Jimi Hendrix - and sounds much alike. However, unlike Jimi who plied his skills in London, Billy decided to stay faithful to his homeland, managed to sell a total of 85 LP’s and due to the unfortunate lack in supply of hard drugs, still lives. Rock and roll my friend.

The weather can get reasonably dull on the coast, especially when magnificent uninterrupted views of the sea indistinguishably blur into the horizon, and it rains for grey day after day. For those used to civilisation, being stranded in a house with no visible neighbours, the pub being 8 miles away and the only means of transport disappearing for a few days, what do you do? Rock gently too a throe? Lick the window? Solve world debt? Hmm? I started to cryogenically imbalm myself with G&T until rescue came. Thankfully the weather cleared so we decided to burst excitably from the house, walk the dogs and release all our energy hammering in fence posts. Ahhh the country life - a calling?

On the home straight we called in at Jen’s ma and pa en route. We stayed the night and were delighted with the planned activity of going round the local Marlborough vinyards tasting loads off different bottles of vino. Hmm wine tasting - a calling?

These things have recently occupied our time and thoughts: the ferry, hills, reading, southerly gales, job searching, iron thighs, walking, an earthquake, cable car, money, coffee, cake, beer, shopping, the coldness, an ozone hole, insulation, visiting guests, bizarre costumes, big drums.

Yes we have arrived in Wellington. Actually we are very fortunate to be house sitting for someone, which has been a complete godsend before we rent a place of our own. We have travelled many thousands of miles and have ended up one vowel further away from where we departed - Kelburn. Here the similarities end. This is a really nice suburb with a village feel and a distinct lack of kebab shops, curry houses, dog crap on the pavement, the pervading smell of urine, rubbish strewn everywhere, caustic pollution, threatening thugs, the mentally insane roaming the streets, 24-7 police sirens, time-warp Irish pubs, puke, dust, grime and loud music. Yep, and as you’ve already guessed, I kinda miss it. However Wellington does have a really good vibe, with loads of entertainment, plenty of culture and enough activities to encourage us to make this place home for the foreseeable.

The picture saga continues. Can't load onto here and having all kinds of problems with Kodak so, please find them here.

So, back to finding that calling….