We’re back in our hideaway at the southern end of Queen Charlotte Sound.
Yesterday we walked down to the water and got into a conversation with some neighbours. Among other things they observed that there’s been reports of elderly swimmers doing long distances between the jetties. Really? We thought only us middle-aged people did that.
Last night was very cold and the view this morning was sparkling.
As the sun came up and the sky cleared, the mist from the water rose and filled the bay with fog.
By 10am, things had cleared, but there was still a good frost on the ground down on the shore.
It’s strange that two weeks ago we were walking in temperatures of 35 degrees.
Today when we set off it was five degrees. Invigorating though.
We walked in to Davies Bay - about 35 minutes - then turned around and walked back out.
The recent rain hasn’t damaged the track much.
Although this tree must have made an impressive spectacle as it fell.
It’s wonderful to get back to a different pace of life after the hectic melee of big cities.
Cathie has some gardening plans, but I’m looking forward to a lazy afternoon.
Another stage of the Tour de France, a nice dinner and then perhaps the All Blacks vs France.
It’s a great life and easy to take it for granted instead of realising the gift that it is.
Tomorrow we have to head home. Things to do.
We’ve kissed our kiln goodbye and a new one is on a truck from Auckland.
We had to dig into an investment, but that few thousand dollars should generate more money in our pottery shed than it does in some bank account.
Normal life will resume, with the added excitement of the new kiln, although we’re hoping that communing with nature over here in the sounds will become the new norm.
We haven’t given up the notion of moving the pottery over here, although there’s no decision on that yet.
It would mean we could spend even longer here in paradise though.
Welcome home, world travellers! Great to hear you are getting back in the swim, so to speak.