Thursday, 1 November 2007
Round and Round the Headland
Through the month of November I will attempt to post daily.
The posts will be short - through necessity, because one cannot do everything otherwise one runs out of energy and the will to live.
Through November I am going to highlight some of my favourite New Zealand poets. One poet a post.
Today's poet: Ruth Dallas. Born in Invercargill, she is a fellow Southlander who writes of landscapes I can identify with in a deep, intrinsic way. She has written many poetry books. She lives in Dunedin and is now well into her eighties and fairly frail. Even so, another book of hers was published last year - The Joy of a Ming Vase
Today I didn't get to do an albatross talk, just a fort tour. I showed a couple from near Newcastle, UK, around the Fort. They were sweet and interested and informed - they knew what I was talking about when I described the range finder and the interrupted thread on the breech loader. It must be something in the water in Newcastle, because that is where the inventor of the disappearing gun that I was showing them actually came from. Tomorrow is a particularly busy day with passengers from a cruise ship in town.
What we hope for more than anything is for the albatross to be flying. Come on you boy-racer albatrosses - round and round the headland you go!
American Sentence for today : "Would you mind shutting the door? A cold draught is blowing on to my legs."
(For my AS, I like to use something I've heard someone say during the day.)
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