Hello, and welcome to November; the second to last month of the year that only seems to last a few days in honest reality and yet again, Christmas will soon be upon us. It's a scary thought and I say it every year - although this time it'll prove to be a little more chaotic due to the fact that we're expecting a fair few people during the Christmas/New Year week. A joy to behold, I assure you.
not writing too much at present which makes me feel a little on the
guilty side. I always thought to myself that I wouldn't become one of
those people who suddenly became too 'busy' to write and update my blog.
However, at the same time I don't particularly want to update too often
due to potentially saying the same things, over and over. For example,
my life is busy - very busy. But for the most of it, I do the same
things most weeks. Milk, fence, eat, sleep, see Taylor, you know?
I guess they may be deep-fried, I just can't
imagine how they'd create that sort of shape either. I guess that's why
they're chefs, and uh, I'm not...!
few weeks earlier we'd been discussing some ideas of things to do, and
discovered that we both wanted to go kayaking at a particular place. So
we planned to go on Monday afternoon. There's a small village called
Puhoi, a little off the main drag when you're heading south, in that
ghastly direction of Auckland. There's a river that snakes its way back
up towards State Highway 1, and eventually seems to flow somewhat
parallel to the road. For years we've been driving that road on our way
south and we've noticed the kayakers, however we've just never been and
done it. It's a tourist trap, but something that us more local people
try out too. Anyhow, we drove down there and hired a kayak each, taking
off at a leisurely pace down the river. It was about an 8 kilometre
stretch, that would take about two hours. They say you end up at this
place called Wenderholm Regional Park, where they meet us with a van and
trailer to drive us back to Puhoi.
It was a rather new
experience for both of us, as we'd never been kayaking before. After 10
minutes of paddling around a short section of the river - to be sure we
were all good to go before leaving Puhoi and the hire centre, I quickly
realised how difficult it actually was. I had a new appreciation for
rowers, kayakers and the like who sit at Olympian level, as it took a
fair amount of time learning how to steer the silly thing! You've also
got to be careful not to put the paddle too deep into the water, as we
were told - when you lift it up and put the other side down, you will
more than likely scoop up and pour water into your lap. I learned that
pretty quickly! We were also warned how easy it was to flip a kayak. I
assume that the person who had used my kayak previously had either
flipped it, or poured heaps of water into it as my little seat thing was
soaked. It made for a rather uncomfortable journey! haha
eventually made it to Wenderholm in just under two hours, were rather
sore by the end of it and a little wet. The bonus was that neither of us
fell out! Some people were riding horses in the river at one section,
and we were almost taken out by a speed-boat at another. The latter
annoyed us a fair bit, as by the sound of it the guy operating that is
causing a bit of
trouble around kayakers - he's not particularly careful, and the thing I
find when you're on water is that sounds mean nothing. We thought we
heard something but then guessed it may have been a truck on the road.
However, suddenly a boat was racing up behind and swerved around us,
leaving massive waves in its wake. Honestly, not cool. Otherwise the
trip was uneventful.
When we're sent off, we sort of leave in groups, I guess the hire
place send you out at specific times so then everyone can be picked up
and dropped off at each end at the correct times too. A few Asians left
just before us and they came across a "decoy" duck trapped among the
branches of a fallen tree in the river. They were pointing excitedly at
it, as if they haven't seen anything like it before! What is the bet
that they picked it up and took it home as a souvenir? Anyhow, we passed
them and later came across some real Paradise ducks on the edge of the
water, the Asian women quickly made their way to them, pulling out their
cameras. It really made me laugh, I can imagine what they were
thinking, - Kiwi's shoot all their ducks so that all there is left are
Saturday was Guy Fawkes night, so a few of us went out to one of the
local, rural displays. I go to it every few years but this year was the
best by far. It was odd though, as usually if I went with Mum and Dad,
we'd head down there in time for the fireworks and then we'd leave again
with the masses of people exiting the paddock.
few hundred people go to it, so it's rather packed. This time we took
some dinner down and ate it an hour or so earlier - nice, apart from all
the bugs who had also turned up for the event. I finally got to see
Chantelle again, it's been a month or so since I last saw her. We're
trying to plan on catching up more often...and there's some ladies night
at her church this weekend, so finally we might actually be getting
should also mention - from hanging out with Taylor, I've
created myself the role of "stepmum". Thankfully I am no longer "evil
stepmum", which I do believe I was at the beginning lol. This is the
beautiful fleabag - Pawpaws. She's a rugrat, a crazy little critter and
with a Dad like Taylor I'm not surprised, he stirs her up like nobody's
business. Therefore I do believe she will be terrifying once she's
bigger. When I first met her she would take a running leap and scale my
legs to get up onto my shoulders, like no kidding, she's crazy. But
she's so sweet too, her purr machine is permanently on 'max' volume!
rescued her as a wild kitten off the farm his friend works at and she's
ridiculously spoiled...I'm no help with that though, I've bought her
some toys and treats to make her like me a bit more!
Tay has also
been made guardian of Tilly, another foxy. She belonged the people who
own the farm, however four years ago when we started rearing the calves
there, Tilly decided that Mike, the new guy working there at the time,
was a much better option to live with. And he spoiled her like crazy, he
always told us how he cooked her eggs for breakfast - sunny side
Anyhow, Mike is a very good friend of Taylor's and has since
moved onto a new career path with his fiancee, moving to a new town etc.
His fiancee doesn't much like Tilly, so poor Tilly had to stay behind -
much to Tay's dismay. I would guess that Mike is still providing all of
her food and vet requirements, but the roof that she lives under is
Taylor's house which is rather amusing to be quite honest! Until she
walks herself inside with green feet, after being on the farm...
yeah, and at some stage in October we finished feeding the calves there
as they were getting weaned! This is me and number 5. The coolest calf
on the farm - I do hope they keep her and don't sell her to China-
although she's more of a cross than a full Friesian.