I'm a lover of creativity and movement, expressed through photography, words, travel and sports.
Last November, I told myself, let's get back into it; how hard can it be? I am reasonably fit, and I love being out in the bush. Then half marathon training took over; now it's not; and warm weather is on the way. Getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
A tribute to Uncle Danny, a man I only knew for approximately a quarter of his 80+ years, though the Squire knew him all of his.
Sometimes Spring isn't always about those pretty blossoms.
Life can be strange sometimes, and it's still throwing us small, catchable curve balls. Funnily enough, I am still fond of balls, and a highlight of my week is to head off and throw one into a hoop and bounce it around a court with a superb bunch of women.
In my series of A-Z of NZ Locations, I will take you for a meander around areas that are unique gems, some yet to be polished though worth a visit for either historical reasons, culinary delights or for the sheer vistas.
Life at No. 22 