I know I usually shy away for politic-fuelled posts on this blog, and I will continue to do so – but I wanted to give you all the opportunity to break from your usual blog perusal and consider something a little bigger than ourselves.
It’s been a busy weekend. Kind of. I’ve been busy relaxing, out of the city.
But with the A&P show in Clareville this weekend, my weekend of relaxing wasn’t spent lazing about in the sun on my parents’ lawn. It was spent swanning around the show grounds, petting donkeys [insert ass joke here], and traipsing through poop. There was a lot of poop. There was also an extremely cute, hyperactive goat that butted the phone every time I tried to take a photo. I stood out like a real city-girl. But then I got the uncontrollable giggles and even the goat pretended not to see. Win.
My family also took me out to dinner at one of the restaurants in Masterton where we proceeded to stuff our faces full of tasty, tasty food. Weight loss fail. And my lil’ bro took the challenge of a garlic bread starter, a porterhouse steak with fries and a plate of BBQ pork ribs for the main course, and another garlic bread for dessert. There were no leftovers. Doggie bag unused. The wait staff checked in continuously. It’s probably safe to say someone won some cash on a little under the table wager.And as it I hadn’t pushed my luck enough this weekend, I went shopping for new jeans this morning. And found a pair. One size smaller than the last pair.Butt shot! Now I’m back in Wellington (shot from the train above) nursing a food-hangover and a face of sugar-triggered pimples.
I’m going to go for a run tomorrow morning and nothing short of a natural disaster is going to stop me.
So I hopped on the train yesterday and head over to the Wairarapa. Where the weather is still bad, but there are fewer flying objects.
Carterton’s Daffodil Day festival was today. The festival celebrates the start of spring and the fact that Carterton’s the ‘daffodil capital’. So though it was raining there was still plenty of pretty flowers, lamb and generally very cute spring-time stuff.
There were stalls at the park, and a craft and hobby show at the town events centre. It was very muddy. And (looking at the bright side of things) I’m staying just outside of town without a car, so there was a lot of walking.
And the best daffodils were growing on the street outside people’s houses – right between the road and the footpath.
We spent the weekend just been in Ohope, in the Bay of Plenty, for a wedding. The weather was perfect – clear, cloudless sky with the kind of sunshine you hope for when you’re headed to the beach. Where we were for the ceremony had a clear view right out over the beach to White Island, one of New Zealand’s active volcanoes.
It was my first time in Ohope and I wouldn’t hesitate in recommending it to anyone – though It was extremely humid in the evenings. Granted, that probably had more to do with our unit than the location. Best solution? Hang out outside. Simple.
Ohope’s definitely a summer town, a very relaxed place where people just go about their business – usually without shoes – with no recognizable deadline. Even their sport is spontaneous and simply for fun. On the beach we found that someone had come along earlier and built a makeshift rugby field with full sized goal posts outside the surf club.