Here is Pat’s Hootie Owl, ready for his trip back to Nanango, where he will get shadow outlined, padded and hung on the wall.His eyes will have wobbly eyes added, just to make him even more able to see in the dark!!!
Here is Mayumi, after 9 years away, we were all smiles,laughter and yes, some tears.The snow had started to fall, and we drove home with the flurries most of the way.
Mayumi and Akiko walked around the garden taking photos and videos, Akiko was going to Napier to meet her Kiwi friend. We had a day in Marton, then visited Nga Tawa, where Mayumi was a student in 2002. What a great surprise to meet Mrs Coleman ,who recognised her. Many photos, and a walk around the rooms she once sat in and learnt the New Zealand ways.
Four days later and we are not ready to say goodbye.The suitcase is packed, weighed on Hugh’s new hand held digital scales.So we went to New Plymouth, and left Mayumi with Akiko, and Ken and Joyce. They were off to Auckland the next day, then on the Saturday an early trip to the airport.
Last Saturday Des,Pat Hugh and I drove to Petone, and then were at Wellington Airport at 4 a.m. on Sunday.Here are Des and Pat, then one of Hugh and Des together, they had a great time in the Ruahine Ranges, more photos to come of that adventure.
The trip home was mostly in the dark, as we left Wellington at 4.45 a.m just after Des and Pat went to the boarding area. We arrived at Moxies Cafe at 7.30 a.m. What a superb breakfast menu, I had pancakes, berries, maple syrup. whipped cream, and 2 cups of the most wonderful coffee.Hugh and eggs,bacon and toast. And also 2 cups of coffee. Fortified for the day !!!They very kindly said an honourable mention was OK. Well, this is very honourable, I recommend Moxies to everyone.!!! Then home to a very quiet house, all visitors gone and the photos to remind us it was real.
With many memories of wonderful days with family and friends,
these words seem to fit the bill, so to speak.
these words seem to fit the bill, so to speak.
Quotation of the day, from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
1 comment:
Sounds like a great trip - and a great breakfast!
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