Tag: travel
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walking the dog
In Hawkes Bay, New Zealand, the powers that be have created miles and miles of limestone or concrete paths, for bicycles and walkers. Miles of them. Right through the wetlands and the farms and down the beaches and through the country. You can walk and walk. Tourists and locals, able and disabled alike can enjoy…
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New Zealand
I am here now. Napier. New Zealand. We are there now. It is spring. The festivities have begun. I am up too early as usual. In a moment I will pull a few more clothes on and go for a walk up the beach – today we have the wedding rehearsal. But for the moment: here…
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Flux
Half way to somewhere. In transit. Betwixt and between. When I travel between where I have been and where I am going, I descend into a deeply organised stream of consciousness kind of existence that has no tether. I seldom speak now except to thank the air hostess as I glide off the plane, my…
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Steaming full ahead
I am not behind yet, but I am definitely at Full Steam. Ahead. The skies have cleared after a few days of rugged weather. A little taste of winter. I am even wearing my carhart jacket again – broken zip and all – inside. The chimney needs cleaning before we can light fires. As I write…
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Mere’s Guest Post from the Tundra
Good Morning everyone from California. Our John tells me that all is well back on the farmy. Not long now and we can see for ourselves. But I am loving the Un-Bloggers series. (We must do this again.) Today our Un-Blogger Post comes from the flat, flat tundra. Thank you Mere for taking over…
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