Once, when I told a four-year old what my name was, he said, "That's not a name, that's a letter of the alphabet".

New Site For Now

Some of you will note that the post before this one was about staying with my mother over the Easter break.


Sadly, it turned out to be the last chance to spend any time with my mum again. She died six days after that entry.


Her death at 83 years old, although sudden, wasn't completely unexpected. She was feeling very tired and unlike herself when I was staying with her and I was worried about her.


It was her heart that gave up and she died peacefully in her sleep. Now, I too don't seem to have the heart to carry on with this blog. It seems pertinent to leave the post about my stay with her as the last one for now.


Maybe I will get back to blogging here in time, but for now I will refer readers to this site (my website) where I will continue with the monthly updates I post on my Photo Journal page.


For now, I am also posting on a blog connected with my latest poetry book Born To A Red-Headed Woman.

Friday, 28 March 2014

Rove Round the Cove (Bob's Cove)


 Not a bad view to look out at while having breakfast, I am sure you will agree.


Another view from Chris and Jenny's home.

The Lady of the Lake (The Earnslaw) has been steaming back and forth across the lake (Wakatipu) for one hundred years now.


A walk round Bob's Cove was on the agenda today. Reminders that it is autumn were all around us as we walked through light, native evergreens, silver birches and eucalyptus.


An old lime kiln. Here limestone was rendered into quicklime which was then turned into mortar for building purposes.


Dead trees (eucalyptus) are a striking sight against the clear blue sky.


A bit of a stop on our way to the look-out point farther on. A palpable peace descending.


From the lookout, looking towards the Remarkables.


And farther to the left, Bob's Cove itself.


Back down the track and time to hunt for a picnic spot with some shade. It might be autumn, but that sun was still beating down.


Perfect.

Jenny had prepared a picnic for us: yummy meatballs, crispy lettuce leaves, cheese and bread. Espresso coffee from the thermos to accompany. Yum!


Eyes up to take in some pretty leaves ...


... and some kind of look-out ... or diving board ... or bird-watching contraption?


A perfect end to a perfect afternoon - a swim in the (very cold) snow-fed water. (The photo above is of Jenny swimming. She took some photos of me too. I'll add one when she sends them to me).

No matter how warm the sun, it will never warm the waters of this lake. Very refreshing though, the feel of the clear water felt like velvet on my skin as I dried off in the sun.

3 comments:

Di said...

Brilliant, perfect, and wonderful! Thank you. This took me home and made me remember happy times there. x

Fi from Four Paws and Whiskers said...

Spent many great evenings there cooking round a fire as the sun went down. Beautiful place :)

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

Di - Thank you - I'm glad.

Fi - It is a beautiful spot.

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