November went with a rush and a roar and now we're into December and still it doesn't feel like summer ...
I haven't felt inclined to get into the garden ...
and I only walk along the beach when the sea is calm and the tide low ...
Recently we took a break away to visit Robert's parents. On the Saturday we went for a stroll along the banks of the Arrow river.
A river when operating normally, is a soothing companion. This river contains gold. We saw some hopeful tourists panning for gold. Maybe they found a speck or two. It's all about the hunt.
We passed another group with a guide describing scenes from Lord of The Rings - or maybe it was from the Hobbit films? (Some of the scenes for those movies were shot around these parts). However, movies of Tolkien's imaginings do not summarise what this part of the country means to me.
For me, Arrowtown means family - my husband's family - and the gold-mining history that seeps from its every pore.
