Local Heart, Global Soul

May 31, 2010

Spying out the Land of Dreams and Reality.

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I have a crazy dream… .. a dream of starting a cafe as a sidekick to a small business in Hanmer Springs.

Himself and I have been looking for a larger plot of land with a view to starting an outdoor enterprise with a cafe attached. Of course it would mean that we would have to sell up everything in The Netherlands in order to cover the investment costs, but it would be possible.

The down-side is that we would loose many opportunities by leaving the Netherlands, not least  the amazing school that our kids go to and the fact that Himself’s work is very specialised and not transferable to New Zealand.

My work is also very specialised and  not easily transferable so if a New Zealand enterprise didn’t work out I would not have a fall back option.

Himself’s Mother is 88 years of age and he would find it very difficult to leave her at this moment in her life, she would find it especially difficult to see him go to live on the other side of the world.

But the biggest difficulty is that Hanmer Springs is too small a town to support a secondary school, so the options are either boarding schools in Christchurch or a long daily bus ride to Culverden.  Neither of these options appeal to us  for our kids.

I wish I were brave enough to throw everything into the wind and start the small business of my dreams, but reality is that I’m the breadwinner in the family and that I have responsibilities that weigh heavily.

The  perks in my job contract that stack up too strongly against the risks of an infant business.  The hard work isn’t a problem, nor is the business plan or type of business, it’s the sacrifices that my family would have to make in order for me to achieve my dream.

Himself would love to live here, make no mistake about that… but he’s more practical  than I am, and whilst he’s keen on the idea, all the pieces of the puzzle would have to fall perfectly into place for him to persuaded and rightly so.

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But in the end it would have to be a perfect location, suitable land size and appropriate price, for us to even remotely consider the sacrifice that the idea would have to be made concerning  our children’s education.

We spy a lot of 50 acres on sale in the Hanmer Basin,  it’s land the size we are interested in, but I’m wracking my brains to envisage the actual location since the listing says it’s only 10 minutes drive from Hanmer Springs.

In the end that turns out to be Real Estate Agent speak  and is more like 15-20 minutes.

We head out into the Hanmer Basin to have a look…

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There’s a track up the hill…

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And a small grassy knoll around a bend a third of the way up…

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Around another few bends further there is another grassy area, it’s pretty big…

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And there’s even a tractor hidden in there LOL…

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The fact that it has both level ground and a hill is great, there’s already an access track, also good… but in the end it’s just too far out of town for what we want.

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Still, it was worth a look and if you don’t look then you’ll never know… but for the moment reality rules and we dream on…

May 30, 2010

Tie your shoe laces tight…

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Hanmer Springs, in the South Island of New Zealand is a small alpine village with thermal hot springs.

There are only about 900 permanent inhabitants but hundreds of tourists visit every day, and in the school holidays or National holidays that number can raise to thousands.

Luckily Hanmer manages to retain most of it’s small village charm, and is a lovely place for walking as there are forests on several sides and walking paths that lead directly in and out of the village.

We have had a constant stream of visitors and have been enjoying walks in the Hanmer region…

Tie your shoe laces tight and come walk with us…

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A carpet of flowers…

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A flax bush…

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The Crawford Walkway…

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May 29, 2010

When Going Boating means bring Stout Shoes and a Shovel…

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I’m still standing at the Waiau Bridge outside Hanmer Springs, New Zealand.

The Bungy jumper didn’t jump but I got some nice shots of the bridge surrounds anyway…

I turn to go and have walked a few steps when a familiar noise halts me in my tracks. a boat, but not just any boat,  …a jet boat.

I was going to tell you all about Bill Hamilton, but when I went to look up some facts, I found that Wiki had written it wonderfully so I’ll quote directly from there (with a little editing for conciseness)

It’s well worth the read because this is an invention that was truly born out of the necessity of trying to get around a high country station and one of the wide shallow rivers that flowed though it.

Sir Charles William Feilden Hamilton (26 July 1899 – 30 March 1978), commonly known as Bill Hamilton, was a New Zealander who developed the modern jetboat, and founder of what is now the world’s leading water jet manufacturing company – CWF Hamilton Ltd.

Hamilton never claimed to have invented the jet boat. He once said “I do not claim to have invented marine jet propulsion. The honour belongs to a gentleman named Archimedes, who lived some years ago”.

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What Hamilton did was refine the design enough to produce the first useful modern jet boat.

Hamilton was born at Ashwick Station near Fairlie in the South Island of New Zealand.

In the 1950s he set out to try to build a boat that could navigate the shallow fast flowing rivers where he lived. The rivers were too shallow for propeller driven boats to navigate as the propeller would hit the river bottom.

He investigated the American Hanley Hydro-Jet, a model which drew in water and fired it out through a steerable nozzle underneath the boat. Even when further adapted it did not work well. An employee suggested to have the nozzle just above the waterline.

When he took one of his early demonstration jet boats to the US, the media scoffed when he said he planned to take it up the Colorado River (U.S.), but in 1960 a Hamilton jet became the first boat to travel up through the Grand Canyon. The critics were silenced further when the boat also went down river through the canyon.

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The jetboat was one of three things that transformed the way the New Zealand High Country, the First is of course at the very Top of the List, are the indispensable and highly trained Sheep Dogs, without who’s help, rounding up sheep over the vast distances and rough terrain of High Country Stations simply would not be possible.

The Second is the Jet boat, which enabled farmers to reach pockets of land that had only been accessible by long hard overland hikes or  by vehicles that were regularly cut off by the rivers that navigated though the Stations large tracts of land and swelled quickly in heavy rains.

The Third innovation that transformed the High Country was the helicopter,  Musterers (people who use the dogs to round up sheep) traditionally had had to climb all of the tall peaks, and then, with their sheepdogs, transverse entire ranges, working as a team to drive the sheep down to lower elevations for shearing, lambing or  for feed when the higher altitudes were due to be covered in snow.

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These days the bigger Stations have their own helicopters and the smaller ones will lease one for the duration of the Muster. A Muster done pre-helicopter generally took at least three weeks, now, with the musterers dropped off at the tops of mountain ranges and the helicopter to search out pockets of sheep in gully’s, the muster can be completed in around four days, depending on the size of the Station.

In the “old days” pack-horses would be bought up high into the hills, saddle bags and billy cans laden to the hilt with food, carefully prepared so that it could be easily cooked in one of the bivvy’s (a crude shelter usually of a lean-to variety) and dropped off at a designated spot for “cook” to collect and prepare for the very hungry musterers after a day spent hiking in the tops.

But enough of the Muster, and back to the jet boat….  Not only did the nations High Country farmers appreciate the jet boat, thousands of New Zealanders took to it as well for recreation, especially on the massive braided rivers that are an amazing geographical feature of the South Island.

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If a Kiwi ever offers you the chance to go jet boating up one of these rivers, then seize the opportunity as fast as possible  as it’s an amazing experience that you will remember for the rest of your days. Here’s how it works: First you will need three things.. life jacket, strong shoes and a shovel… You are going boating but you may be spending quite a bit of time walking if you aren’t too lucky.

Two experienced people are essential to the trip, the driver and the navigator…  both know how to deal with the river, but have different jobs to do. This kind of  river is a strange beast,  braided pieces of water that may or may not be interconnected, mostly it can be compared with a Maze. There  will be some dead ends, and the depth of the water will be anything between several feet and three inches deep, alternating regularly throughout the braids.

The braids of water will branch constantly and but since you will be going up river at speed it can be very difficult to know which of the branches will lead to the next patch of deeper water and a bigger braid further ahead and which the boat should take.

The driver sits at the wheel, gaging the depth of the water and adjusting the speed accordingly, the more shallow the water the faster you need to go. The Navigator stands up next to him for a clear view of the river, making split second judgments on which direction to take every time the braid of water splits … and the braids split incessantly.

Knowing the river well can help tremendously but since a heavy rainfall in the upper reaches of the Alps can change the water patterns and water flows in the braids within 12 hours, it’s also an art-form to be able to”read” the river. Sometimes though, there can  be a certain amount of guesswork needed.

This massive fluctuation in water levels can be accommodated easily by a jet boat, the pump is sucking water in though the intake and expelling it though a small outtake, the effect of which is that the boat is propelled forwards, and at a decent speed the boat skims over the top of  the water and can operate in less that three inches of water.

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If you are in a branch of the river where the water is say 30cm deep (1 foot) and you can see another branch ahead that looks about the same depth, it’s entirely possible that the multiple links between the two branches are less than three inches deep, but, sheer speed will glide you over this patch and back into the deeper water ahead.

Herein lies the fun bit…  in the above example the navigator can see the branch he’s in and the one he wants to get to and the thin links of shallow water between them, but Nature is not so ordered or polite,  and in reality there are bends in the river, islands, some with just river rocks and stones and others with low trees and scrubby shrubs. Visibility can be clear ahead, or not.

A good navigator can “read” the river quite a lot, and navigate accordingly but there will be some places where it’s simply impossible and a quick decision needs to be taken because you are travelling at great speed. Sometimes you guess wrong and what started as a branch of the river that looked deep, suddenly peters out into a dead end.

The driver has kept the speed up in order to get over the shallows, but all of a sudden there is a gravel bank around a corner and it stands between you and the next main body of water… Jet boats are renowned for being able to stop at almost point blank range but believe me, some of these shallows can disappear into nothingness in a nano-second,  and in which case, no, the boat doesn’t stop in time and crunch, ends up on dry land, or half in and half out of the water.

Either way the boat stops, and without the speed to keep it planing above the water, it sinks down like a stone.I have first hand experience that  jet boats are heavy… and to be honest it’s logical they are are more comfortable being in water and not half on dry land.

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This is where the shovel comes in… everyone takes a shovel and starts digging around the boat to make a trench so that it can be floated back into deeper water and you can take off again. Sometimes it’s also not clear where the deep water and the rest of the river has actually gone to…and that’s where the  strong shoes come in, the passengers will take turns to start looking for the deeper water and figure out how to get to it.  Riverbeds are not kind to soft shoes.

It’s not to say that you will have to do the walking and digging parts of th equation because often the rivers are kind and you don’t run out of water… but it’s always a possibility and in a way, if it happens it’s a shock and a giggle, one second you are in a boat skimming over silvery water with the sun dancing off it, next you are half on dry land with a thump and everyone is laughing at the navigator, and grabbing shovels to help out… One thing is guaranteed, no matter  how easy or how difficult the trip you will get the boat ride of your life and laugh more in a few hours than you have in years.

Sadly this type of  really fun “back block no frills” jet boating is not offered to tourists as a matter of course… they get  offered the “safer, deeper water jet-boating experience” in sections of the rivers that are more predicable and reliable.

The tourists get offered rides like this one on the Waiau in these photos.

Is it exciting?  Heck Yes!

…Is it half as exciting as the “off-road back blocks High Country version?”

Well, I’m a High Country Gal at heart so would it really take you three guesses to figure out my answer to that one?

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May 28, 2010

Bungy my Dear, Spring back to me!…

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At the Waiau River Bridge, outside Hanmer Springs in the South Island of New Zealand, there’s a second frequently asked question: newer, fresher and less historic than the first statement, ” Hey we are almost there!”

The second question still comes out like clockwork… “Do you think we will see any Bungy jumpers today?

Yep, the Waiau bridge is one of New Zealand’s  Bungy bridges.

We are constantly on the lookout to see if there are any foolhardy brave souls waiting on the little platform, ready to jump.

So far we’ve had no luck, but today I decide to park the car back along the road a bit and to walk over and take some photos of the bridge, river and gorge anyway.

The weather is warm and windy, so it’s a nice chance for a walk and a closer look at the view that usually only flashes by as you drive oven in the car.

I was on the bridge when along came a group of people, and one man all harnessed up, walking with his son.

They all make their way to the center of the bridge, hey I’m about to get some bungy jumping photos!

They are there for a good 10  minutes or more, the bungy ropes are sorted out and dangle over the edge of the bridge.. then I hear a countdown  … Three, Two, One…

Camera at the  ready I wait for the moment when  the guy launches himself off the edge, but it doesn’t come.

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There appears to be some sort of consultation going on, the guy sits near the edge of the platform for another 5 minutes at least.

Eventually it’s clear he’s changed his mind and won’t be jumping after all.

I back off my end of the bridge and the group pass back by when they leave with all the gear. I be honest I respect his decision completely,  I couldn’t do this either.

His son gives his Dad a covert hug as they head down the path away from me… good on you lad, It must have been a tough thing for Dad to admit that he didn’t want to go though with it.

Himself says he might consider a Bungy jump if someone would pay him say a million dollars to do it…

Me,  Never Ever, not for all the money in the world.

(but you already know I’m a wimp, right?)

May 27, 2010

You know when you’ve reached the Bridge, you’re almost there…

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I’m not a gambling type of person (OK, ok,  do you really count the single lottery ticket we buy as a family per month so that we can dream a little about “what if“?)

Well, If I were a gambler I think I wouldn’t get good Odds from any locals on the wager I’m about to mention now…

If you are travelling on  State Highway 7 inland towards New Zealand’s Lewis Pass, then you are by coincidence on the Hanmer Springs access road

Then comes a turnoff, (that some inspired person in Planning proceeded to call “State Highway 7A”)  it’s well marked and from here to the Waiau River and bridge is literally just a few minutes drive from the turnoff.

In turn, from the Bridge to Hanmer Springs is also just a matter of minutes drive …

If I were God and could hear all the conversations going on in all the cars that travelled this way, then sure as eggs, surely every family with kids rounds the bend, see the Waiau Bridge come into view and the words ” hey here’s the bridge, we are ALMOST there!”  drop out of the parents mouths…

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It’s just the thing that everyone says almost without fail and if I could lay bets on it I’d be rich today and retiring tomorrow LOL.

Surely you can also think of a landmark somewhere that you know well, where similar words are uttered because it’s a wonderful signal to squirming restless kids in the back seat that freedom is close at hand if they can hang on for just a few minutes more.

So a bridge is just a bridge?  Not necessarily.. This one is 100 years old for a start… lets take a look around…

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.. and when I see this bridge come into view, I feel in my bones that I am home.

May 26, 2010

When buildings disappear but their Ghosts and Memories of Inhabitants remain…

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A strange thing happens when you move away from a city that you have spent many years in, and moreso when you leave a country that you lived in for along time. It’s like time stands still and you expect everything to be exactly as you left it even if you return years later.

Your head tells you that of course things change,  there is constantly a cycle of renewal, but your heart dreams of stepping back into the familiar as if you’d never left, so it’s still a bit of a wrench when you find out that the old train station not too far outside the centre of town has now been converted into a multiplex cinema complex.

Landmarks that I grew up with evolve, are refurbished, extended or demolished and whilst for the locals it’s a case of a slow coming to terms with the changes as they pass by on their way to work each day, for the ex-local who’s returning for a visit it’s often a shock to find a vacant parcel of land where the old house you lived in once stood, where you have fond (or maybe not so fond memories) of trying to instill into your hopeless female flatmate that cooking all vegetables for an hour or more only produces what other human beings call a putrid mess and not edible food, so she really should not be offended if her two flatmates wished to opt for fish and chips that evening instead of her offerings of  “unidentifiable mass on a plate“.

It’s now that I realise what an old workmate meant when the printing company we worked for shifted from a location close to the intersection of Moorehouse Avenue and Colombo Street near the Christchurch city centre to a bigger out of town location and the space was redeveloped into a small shopping mall.
I had only joined the company at the new location but he said that when the mall first opened he went in with several colleagues, all of  whom had worked on the old site for 20+ years, and they figured out that one in particular Cafe, they were standing in the approximate place where their old working area had been.. he said that  when he closed his eyes,  he could feel the ghost of the old building all around him.

Looking at the plot of  bare land where my old flat had been, made me finally understand that feeling, and again on a previous NZ visit when I discovered that Nazareth House had been demolished for reasons of Earthquake safety. Nazareth House was a Catholic institution that had a Nursing Home in the main building.  I used to go there one afternoon a week as a teenager to help an Occupational Therapist with the craft sessions in order to get some  experience and see if Occupational Therapy was perhaps an occupation that I might be interested in.

In fact I was there, more due to the fact that it was a profession that my Mother said would be “good for me” and although many years of study in the sciences was required I was not given any support  to go to university to achieve this, instead it was made clear that I could do the study on top of a full time job. Unfortunately I was paid so little at the full time job as a young adult, that I never could afford the fees, books and transport etc on top of my living costs so it never happened. I did get a second part-time evening job, but any second job no matter how pitiful the wages, are taxed at far higher rates so after some 6 years of trying I realised I was working very hard indeed for the tax man and still struggling to save much in spite of a frugal lifestyle so gave up the second job along with any expectation of University.

However I  have never ever regretted the Wednesday afternoons I spent at Nazareth House,  as I very much enjoyed the interaction with the residents.

Invisible Mikey’s post  yesterday here:  http://invisiblemikey.wordpress.com/2010/05/24/destination-unknown/ bought back many happy memories and some sad ones too, one of which I will share.

The original Nazareth House was a beautiful and imposing brick structure  that housed a  Nursing Home: Ground floor  for the elderly men and the upper floors, for elderly women.  The Nuns that I met there appeared kindly but were very strict, it was made perfectly clear that there was to be no fraternisation between residents. The Sister who first lead me inside asked me a strange question on my first acquaintance with the place, “Would I be going upstairs usually via the stairs or the Lift please”?… I replied “the Stairs”, …. and she replied “Good”  as she lead me down the cool dark hallway with it’s high ceilings.

Later, after a short tour of part of the building we took the stairs upstairs to the area where the elderly ladies were cared for and where I would mostly be spending my time volunteering.  We walked several corridors until we came to some big double doors, smooth polished wood with brass handles and glass panels in the tops, old and beautiful.  Then another corridor to the communal room, and suddenly I got a very strange feeling indeed, stopped and turned around and literally centimeters behind me was a small little old lady, shuffling a decent rate as close to me as possible.

I was introduced to her via her nickname by which everyone knew her: “Gibby”. The Sister calmly escorted Gibby into the communal room with some soft words and got her involved with an activity, then returned to me. Apparently Gibby could get around quite fast and was often very quiet so it might not be apparent that you was following you, but one thing was clear,  Gibby was desperate to get downstairs to the Gent’s quarters.
One not so small hindrance made that difficult: Gibby couldn’t manage the stairs.

Thus it was her mission to shuffle behind people (visitors and newbies were a particularly fond target) to try and get into the lift and then down to the Men’s residential area. Apparently she also could not operate he lift by herself, all she had left to aid her mission was stealth and a little shuffling speed.

Gibby’s story was particularly sad: she was engaged to her childhood sweetheart and then married him three weeks before World War One broke out.
Like thousands of young Kiwi men it was the ” done thing” to sign up for “Mother England” and to go fight in Flanders for the Empire.

So her new husband went to Europe to fight for King and Country,  perished in the first month of the war and is buried somewhere in France. It was not deemed “appropriate ” or respectful by his or her families that Gibby should look for a new husband as a young woman, new bride and a young widow.
Apparently not only years passed with this expectation but decade after decade and then far later in her 50′s and 60′s and childless, it was made clear that it was her duty to care for each of the ailing parents in turn. Now Gibby was in her 80′s , fragile and mentally unfit to look after herself,  and she apparently decided that finally enough time had passed doing what others wanted her to do,  the one thing she really determined to do was to go downstairs and “find a husband”.

I suppose that even in my late teens, Gibby’s story touched me deeply at the unfairness of people being forced to live within Societies expectations and to conform to the idea that loving anyone else in her lifetime, especially as a young woman would be deemed so offensive to her late husbands memory. Clearly the power of both the families was strong  and severe and even as young  as I was then, I suspected ulterior motives and the convenience other family members personal agendas in this power play.

How incredibly sad that someone should be made to feel that respect for the dead should dominate  her life for more than 60 years… and that surely family would have thought that the husband who loved her so much would have wanted her to find happiness in life. It also taught me that family bullying has been going on a long, long  time and none of these social problems are new under the sun.

I took my camera into the rest home at Gibby’s request one day and took her photo (with permission from the Nuns) but that roll of film went missing in the lab after I sent it in for processing and Gibby passed away a few weeks after.

The lab never found the film, but that will never ever erase the image in my mind’s eye of Gibby’s little smiling face beaming happily into the camera lens.

Rest in Peace dear Gibby, you were a beautiful a person and you touched my heart.  I’ll always remember you.

I can only hope that you get Rest in Peace in Eternity with your beloved husband and that that,  in some small way makes up for the appalling loneliness you must have suffered in life.

Gibby taught me that every person has a story, so who are we to judge a frail  elderly woman on a mission in a Rest Home without knowing that her seemingly strange actions were motivated by a very tragic history?

May 25, 2010

Good News/Bad news/Good News with the van, and the Hot Springs Hotel…

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We are in Hanmer Springs, New Zealand and one of my Kiwi friends is visiting us from the North Island. She has bought along the youngest of her four daughters so our kids are delighted to have a familiar playmate for a while.

Amongst other things we have made a trip into Lake Tennyson via Molesworth Station, She’s made a hike up one of the surrounding hills and tonight she wants to take us out for dinner.

One small hitch is that we got back from Molesworth to find that one of the bigger rocks has given us a slow puncture in a rear tyre of the van, and since we need to drop people off at Christchurch Airport  tomorrow morning it’s important that we get it changed and the tyre fixed as soon as possible.

It’s early evening and it’s only when we are leaving the house to got out for dinner that we discover the flat tyre so Himself wants to change it and contact the garage whilst the rest of us walk on to the restaurant down the road.

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It’s a matter of good news/bad news /good news…  It won’t be safe to drive the hour and a half into the city on the emergency spare so Himself manages to ring the local garage minutes before closing time, explains our need to drop off our guests at the airport and they agree to sort out the tyre early tomorrow morning before we start out for the city.

The bad news is that Himself can’t find the jack for the van anywhere, in order to fit the emergency spare but luckily he manages to contact the owner of the small rental car company we use each visit to New Zealand and we find out that the jack in the van we are using is  hidden in a panel under one of the middle passenger sets.

The Good news is that after fitting the emergency spare he makes it to the restaurant in time to order dinner with the rest of us (one time when having a busy kitchen and a longer than usual waiting time works brilliantly in our favour).

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The  Hot Springs Hotel is on the edge of Hanmer and a short walk from the house, so it’s a nice evening amble. The wind has picked up a lot so we are pleased to get inside, and there a quite a few diners so the kitchen is busy.

The staff are friendly though and I explain that Himself will be joining us late and they will do their best to fit in his meal with ours. Usually you place your order and when your meals are ready a number flashes up on a small  screen and you can collect them from the counter.

The tables are make of large trees sliced, and a massive open backed fireplace helps keep two rooms cosy in winter.

The food is good, the kids are happy with the offerings and we are all hungry so it’s nice to enjoy a relaxed meal together before our two sets of guests have to leave tomorrow. We will drop off our Pacific Island friends at the airport after our garage appointment and Kiwi friend will leave a little earlier with her daughter to catch her flight.

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Iconic Kiwi “Tomato” tomato sauce bottles…

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There’s a little Pavlova hiding under all this cream…

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We laugh a lot around the table and as the sun starts to set we take tired kids home to bed… the surrounding views are the icing on the cake for the walk home.

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May 24, 2010

We only got Here On Time, once in a Brew Moon…

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Quick post today because we have a massive family Party going on…. and I’m doing the buffet for it.. the kitchen calls. I’ll share recipes later, things so far are tasting goooood….

If you head out of Christchurch, The biggest city on New Zealand’s South Island and travel north for just over half an hour, you will come to the small town of Amberly.  Just outside of Amberly (one maybe two km’s) you’ll find a local  independent  beer brewery.

It’s called “Brew Moon” .. if they brew only once in a Blue Moon I have no idea… but Himself wanted to stop in and grab a few bottles to try.

Now I have a confession: I adore the smell of beer, I could inhale the smell all day long, but the taste is wasted on me completely. Honestly I have tried hard to like it, but to no avail.

That’s probably why I now discover that I completely forgot to take a photo of the bottles,  (Beer lovers amongst you please don’t get your hops in twist, I know I’m just a Pineau de Charantes drinking philistine LOL). We  intended to go to the cafe, but family appointments were so much fun that we always stayed later than we intended and thus have always managed to pass by here very late in the evening or on Public Holidays, ie. only at times when the place  is closed.

On this occasion we have luck, it’s open, we turn into the carpark in time to see them putting stuff away, it’s early evening and they are about to close, Himself races inside to buy a few bottles before they close up the till whilst I wait  by the car with two tired kids, and take a few photos.

Himself finally has success in obtaining some brew to try, I have less success with the photos, probably due I think,  (ok, I know), to the not so small distraction of two tired kids beginning what sounds like World War Three in the back  of the van.

Note to Self:  Next trip we need to come back here, Himself says the dark beer is very favourably comparable to Guinness and if the beer is good then I’m hoping the the food in the cafe is too.

It’s on my Wish List of places to look further into next trip…

Meantime, If you like a Guinness style brew and are passing by Amberly, then stop in at Brew Moon, pick up  a few to take home  and you won’t be disappointed.

May 23, 2010

And feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way…

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The title of this post are the words of a song that my mother taught me when I was quite young.

I liked to sing and I think it must have been a favorite of hers so I suppose that’s why she taught it to me.

I knew at the time that it was called “Both Sides Now” but I only just now looked up who write it.

It’s a song by Joni Mitchell (not that that told me much, as this song is before my time). I can’t ask my Mother, she lost her with battle 19 years ago…

Still, these are the words of this song that sprang instantly to mind when I saw this amazing cloud formation outside  the house in Hanmer Springs…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

May 22, 2010

Three Bored Housewives make a crafty business!

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

I’m still in the small north Canterbury town of Culverden.

It’s located about one hour north of Christchurch the South Island of New Zealand’s largest city, on State Highway 7 that leads inland to the Lewis Pass.

It’s also on the way to the thermal village of Hanmer Springs.

Culverden has a population of between 400-500 and apart from being a stopping point for refreshments for motorists, earned most of it’s keep as a service center for the local rural community.

As outlined in yesterdays post,  http://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/2010/05/21/new-post-86/ the Tea Rooms is a well known landmark and stopping point for people travelling to Hanmer.

Across the road from the Tea Rooms is a shop that is the initiative of three local ladies.

The “Three Bored Housewives”  is a co-operative gift and craft shop. (“Mockett’s” is the name from the building’s former life,  it used to be a motor mechanic garage)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

It’s a brilliant example of a small community capitalising on the talent of local skills and materials and and I’m surprised and delighted when I enter to see that the shop is jam packed with a vast array of locally produced wares.

The shop name is also delightfully witty and although these housewives may have been bored when they founded the shop, by the looks of things now, surely they don’t have any time left to be bored these days?

The shop is a treasure trove of arts and crafts, and the variation of what’s on offer is rather unexpected considering the size of the town and surrounding community.

Let’s take a look around and see what catches our eye…

Items range from the cute,  to funny, whimsical, practical, functional, tasty, decorative, and useful,  so the biggest problem with this place seems to be a very good one…  where to start!?

If you are looking for a handcrafted gift  for someone then this kind of place might well turn up something different that is prefect. I like the fact that local materials are used in things like the wooden bowls,  that the soaps are handmade, the aprons home sewn…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

What a cool little business… I like cool businesses, don’t you?

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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