Yesterday, we all felt the need to be out and about. Lunch packed, thermos filled and off we went. We left home, travelled East, then northwards, westwards, and south again.A little, well, really hard to see, but the lines indicate where we went.Just south-east of Whanganui, inland to Feilding, north to Apiti, then further north through very isolated areas, west to Mangaweka , and homewards south through Hunterville.
We decided that if we lived there, once every 2 months to town for groceries would be the norm, probably just over an hour, but a narrow windy road the only way back to a larger town, and all I would need would be power, running water, a log fire,ample dry wood, internet access, and lots of batiks on hand. One cat for the mice, one dog for company, and a 4WD vehicle to ensure safe travel in the winter ice and snow.Does this indicate I would be so happy as a hermit??? OOPS, the one totally necessary item would be internet access!!!
Along the way we stopped for lunch by a small stream, and I did manage to get a few photos, window shots were difficult and stopping places very few.
The rock layers can be clearly seen, and I guess any Geologist would be able to give a year and age to the formations.
The Pohangina River was a long way below the road. The hill country was typical of all that area well inland.
When we finally reached the main road again, there was a long queue of cars, trucks and vans .It looked like a huge truck had rolled off the road into the paddock below. Again, a windscreen shot was not the best. Two huge cranes had been brought in, they had stabilisers on the far side, and it must have been a massive undertaking to lift the truck up. Another Halls Transport truck was there behind the far crane, backed up and no doubt ready to take the load from the first one, we didn’t know if anyone was hurt, and I could not find it on the news either. I am so sure when we compare it to the scale of terrorism in London again, this was very insignificant. Thoughts with all those abroad, those who have lost, all over again. When will it ever end??
The other morning we had a beautiful frost, sparkling and so pretty. Fairies had been there overnight, their mushroom home was empty by the time I walked carefully round the edge of the grass. The Gossamer Grass fronds were graceful with just that little hint of frost on the fronds.
Quotation of the day, from Hans Christian Anderson
“ To move,to breathe, to fly,to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live”
Greetings from Jean