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Historic Ruins ♖ Local Haunts

DSC_0297It wasn’t long before we were planning road trips. English Heritage book in hand and referencing a Pinterest board of favourite places, I had many in mind for us. I asked Hendrik the main sites he wanted to see, it soon became clear the planning side of it was mostly left in my hands – which I was more than happy to do.
‘I want to see those white cliffs’ – Dover first popped into my head but then I remembered, the south coast has some stunning views of white cliffs, particularly the Jurassic coastline, a road trip was beginning to form and an excuse to revisit some of my favourite places in the Isle of Purbeck.

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Corfe Castle was a local haunt as a kid, spending short holidays down in Swanage and the surrounding areas with my cousins, staying in a family home in the area. Heading west after a few days for the jetlag to work itself off, we made a trip in the Knobster (my car’s affectionate nickname). Approaching Corfe Castle is one of those sites you do not forget as a child, first off knowing you’re going to a castle but then when it hits you as you take the corner into Corfe, staring up at it dominating the skyline. We’d chosen a beautiful day for it, the sun was super shiney and we made hay nice and early, missing the influx of excitable half-term energised kids. The village is full of historical character and has barely changed, the stone has a grey rugged quality that sits perfectly alongside the castle as it’s backdrop. It holds all the things you’d expect from a cute little English town, a good olde sweet shop, a lovely church and a nice selection of pubs and café’s, a particular favourite is one alongside the steam railway that takes you to and from Swanage if you so wish.

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Being the old fart that I am I usually relish in the idea of peace and quiet and would think twice about heading out ‘touristing’ when the kids are off school, however at the castle they had laid on some activities especially for the kids (and big kids) such as long bow archery, which looked fitting next to the castle – Hendrik picked this up straight away. It gave me such pleasure to be back climbing around the castle ruins as I did as a child, and seeing Hendrik’s reaction to the beauty and atmosphere of the site made it so much better still, we were buzzing off of each other’s excitement, knowing we had many other great things planned for the day.

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A fun drive through narrow windy country roads we headed towards the coast, first off to Durdle Door. I’ve since learned it is one of the most iconic sites in Britain -everybody heads here for the perfect photo opportunity of the archway in the rock (similarly to Cathedral Cove in New Zealand, and that was just as busy!) Yep well, everyone was here! It didn’t matter, we took more of a walk on the sand away from the crowds and enjoyed the luminosity of the chalky cliffs and of course managed a selfie or two. We would often look for off the beaten track routes to take (just read any other adventure blog I’ve written). We climbed back up through the rock heading along the steep cliff edge in the glorious spring-time heat.

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Feeling a bit puffed we had a bite to eat and I suggested we head further south east to Swanage, to a town I knew well. Swanage is the epitome of a small but busy British seaside town, complete with weather beaten beach huts and out of date amusements. This time later in the day however we wanted nothing more than to play about on arcade games and eat a massive portion of fish and chips, a perfectly sweet ending to the day.

IMG_20180407_133909_971We’d take smaller trips out all the time between me working, seeing as much as we could. Bishop’s Waltham Palace is a local site on the English Heritage map that I’d not yet visited, despite my Mum working in the small farming village there. I was so impressed by the ruins I even returned today as I write this. I was particularly surprised at the scale of the site and the tallest remaining tower is almost fully overgrown resembling something out of Gormenghast, it’s stuff of fantasy and well worth a visit (it’s free!).

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Winchester is a must see city and original capital of England. Steeped in history, gorgeous architecture and the stunning cathedral, the up-market restaurants and quirky pubs are the icing on the cake.
In fact, Winchester opened up many connections between us both including our love and interest in Arthurian Legend – the knight’s round table being housed in the Great Hall in Winchester which lead me to tell him about my love for Tintagel Castle (Arthur’s supposed castle) this would later lead on to links in Glastonbury etc..that’s for another Blog I feel!
So I ‘treated’ Hendrik to a brief history of the reformation, Henry VIII, the stained glass window and basically how Winchester Cathedral became buggered.. and then not so buggered.. but felt far more comfortable explaining my interest in Antony Gormley. No visit to the Cathedral is complete without viewing the mysterious life-size sculpture (Sound II) housed in the Norman crypt. Standing there with cupped hands contemplating the water – which so often floods the entire crypt.

Sound2We took a stroll up the high street towards the Great Hall to witness the round table and after a rather damp day strolling around we were after some refreshment. At this point I’d like to add that we both share an obsessive love of good food and it took us exactly 10 minutes of arriving in Winchester before we sampled the delights of Patisserie Valerie for breakfast.
There’s a really cool pub at the lower end of town called the Black Boy which is full of collectable curiosities and I just knew the immense selection of miniatures on display were enough to tempt Hendrik into a pint there. Fuelled up, there was time for another English Heritage site Wolvesey Castle. The medieval Bishops of Winchester were rich and powerful men, the relations and advisers of kings. Wolvesey, standing a stone’s throw from Winchester Cathedral, was their main residence throughout the Middle Ages. The extensive remains date largely from the great 12th century palace of Bishop Henry of Blois, brother of King Stephen. After a good stroll, an ice-cream and a photo, our thoughts turned to Gin.

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With it’s lush statement greenhouse, home to all the botanicals used to create such a unique and yummy gin the Bombay Sapphire Distillery is certainly picturesque.
Based at Laverstoke Mill in rural North Hampshire, just 15 miles from Winchester, the Bombay Sapphire Distillery is in a conservation area with over 1000 years of history. For over 225 years, the Victorian and Georgian buildings set astride the crystal clear River Test produced bank note paper for the Bank of England and the British Empire. Now, Laverstoke Mill is a state-of-the-art sustainable distillery, which produces every drop of Bombay Sapphire gin.

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A tailor made cocktail completed this day, I was feeling grateful to have so many great places to show Hendrik not far from my England home.

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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

I arrived at Heathrow an hour early, excitement and anticipation brewing, an hour of patience is all I needed now after waiting 6 months. Thing is, when you’re anticipating something or someone, time tends to stand still, you know, like the ‘watched kettle never boils’ proverb. Waiting at the gate, butterflies in my stomach there were so many faces coming through it was exhausting to look. Excitement turned into concern after an hours wait, the people around me were beginning to happily walk off with their loved ones together and there was still no sign..
Thankfully after a good half an hour of concerned conversations with others ‘we’ (the small group of us still expectantly waiting) were warned it was unusually busy through security, and sure enough a grinning comforting smile caught my eye as Hendrik had made it to the UK.

We were to be staying in a little nest of a caravan at my parents house for 3 months together. Mum provided a welcome dinner and it wasn’t long before we started to settle back in to being together.
Staying on the south coast of England – it’s not the most attractive part of the country, but it is most certainly not the worst! In the suburbs of town it lacks a certain character and yet boasts so much richness in areas a short walk and drive away, this was not our first choice, but it has since provided us with a wealth of memories and adventures – that I feel compelled to write about.
I would be working whilst Hendrik was here, the nature of the work still provided gaps in the day to see each other, sometimes it was a hindrance, mostly it worked out fine – I was worried about the imbalance of only myself working and driving us around however, we found a rhythm and made it work to our advantage, something we are very good at!
I didn’t make too much of a plan for our next three months, although we did certainly sketch out some must-dos. The first week was for settling in and..sleeping.
Despite not being in a New Zealand-esque wide open space, we had OUR space to nest  in and began to walk and explore nearby favourite spots of mine.

IMG_20180403_144102_127Let the tour-guiding begin! We spent the first couple of days at an understandably relaxed pace – walking around the nearby Hamble river down towards Manor Farm, a firm favourite cycle route for me, past the famous* oak tree. Hendrik had spent time in the UK before and not seen a great deal, all the more reason to seek out places of interest and give an deeper insight in to my life here – the surroundings, climate(!) but particularly to relate to my family and friends, those important jigsaw pieces, you know.

DSC_0183There was to be a perfect opportunity for this just two days after arriving. I was celebrating my Birthday alongside a best buddy of mine, Vikki. We’d organised a ‘speak-easy /prohibition’ style cocktail party with a great number of friends attending. All on a decorated theme we were dressed up, had the right tunes on and had a cocktail competition between us as couples to create the most dazzling tasty cocktail’s we could! (little did we realise that most would be opting for a creamy variety, which got a little…heavy!) Happily we were joint winners with our South African inspired Don Pedro cocktail. After a fun bit of storytelling from Hendrik I think they were mostly won over by his charm (and accent)! A most excellent evening.

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A small group of us enjoyed continuing the celebrations the following day at one of my favourite places to eat in Southampton – The Rockstone. Providing copious tasty grub with huge burgers perfect for soaking up the dodgy cocktail hangovers from the night before.DSC_0225There were a few sites and a few pubs in the older lower end of town worth showing Hendrik. Due to war damage, much of Southampton’s character has sadly been lost through the years after being heavily bombed. There are however a few hidden gems if you know where to look.
Encompassing over 900 years of history on one site, Southampton’s most important historic building, the Tudor House is always worth a visit. We enjoyed a very British cream tea together in the beautiful Grade I listed building. The nearby Red Lion Inn is a Grade II* listed pub, built in the late 15th/early 16th century, said to have 21 resident ghosts! – it is second oldest pub in England, we hung around a while to try and capture one over a pint before heading to the quaint Duke of wellington pub dating back to 1220.

IMG_20180330_142328_674We were mostly treated to the famous British weather for the first two weeks..in it’s full glory. Downpours of rain and a cold wind made the caravan a welcoming nest complete with candles, music and…an Xbox – we were hardly roughing it. DSC_0229

Undeterred by the lack of sunshine we organised a New Forest walk with my good chum Luke, the same Luke I met at Te Aroha caravan park in New Zealand while training to become a Hobbit :). Luke and Hendrik met for the first time at my Birthday cocktail night despite myself and Luke spending a lot of time together in New Zealand, Luke was leaving as Hendrik was arriving as it were. Since settling back in Southampton Luke had a lovely girlfriend Lizi he was eager for me to meet. We had a very chill and fun walk through the woods from the Red Shoot Inn pub, including a pit stop at the south of England’s very own Green Dragon pub! We enjoyed each other’s company with such ease, and I am so happy to say that Luke and Lizi are, since writing this, now engaged!
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It was becoming increasingly comforting that Hendrik was getting on so well with everybody and we felt such happiness at being together again.

 

 

*famous in the Mann household for being inspiration for many drawings and paintings.

Soundtrack Game of Thrones Soundtrack – ambient mix

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As I look up

‘I want a life where joy is second nature. Not something to be chased or bought. But rather something that is made, every single day, with my own two hands.’

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As I look up, I am surrounded by glowing stars. Not the crystal clear cosmos as witnessed in New Zealand, but from a cold damp Southampton, selling star lanterns at the German Christmas Market. 8 weeks home and I’ve managed to add yet another curious job to the CV.
My initial plan was to move to Somerset within two weeks of returning. I was offered a job which I considered to be a way of reconnecting with experiences I’d so enjoyed in New Zealand – namely in a cave. Many caves make up the historic and fascinating South West landscape, particularly in the Mendip area of natural beauty.
There are two show caves in the region, Cheddar Gorge and Wookey Hole. Happily both were interested in meeting me since I showed interest through email a few months previously.

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Within the first week of my return I took a trip down to Wookey to take up the job offer, and it was also a good opportunity to investigate the area to decide if this was where I pictured myself settling. The quick turnaround was down to a few factors, firstly Wookey were keen to hire in time for the big commercial holidays Halloween…and then Christmas, but mostly my plans were to avoid landing back in the same area I’d been living and stuck in the situation I was in before I left; running away from the inevitable downer of leaving the people and experiences I so loved in New Zealand.

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Wookey Hole Caves are a series of limestone caverns, a show cave and tourist attraction in the village of Wookey Hole on the southern edge of the Mendip Hills near Wells in Somerset, England. The River Axe flows through the cave, a beautiful site, if you look closely enough. With significant history including the first cave dive in the UK and the folklore of the lady ‘witch’ that lived inside the cave, it stirred the curiosity of many.
The staff were welcoming, really warm characters, although sadly the history of the site was lost inside a commercial money maker. Simply put, it made me sad, and so I decided I couldn’t play that part. Outdoors, tourism jobs were elusive at this time with the onset of winter so it was time for plan B, which became C, and I just don’t know how far down the alphabet I am now.

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Many changes of idea later, coupled with emotional stress and frustration, I decided to ride it out back at home – until Christmas – and although adapting to the loss of independence, it is lovely being able to spend more extended time with loved ones, although I have truly well outgrown this place. Work is tricky to find this late in the year, I’ve tried to relish settling back into the manic pace and reconnect with everyone and not give myself such a hard time about it all.
My cousins Becky’s wedding was one of the reasons for returning a month before my visa ended. In Burley Manor in the nearby New Forest we were treated to great company, food and fusion of the two families alongside bride and groom. A truly special day, Becky and George looking beautiful and happy.

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So I’m just over 7 weeks in and I’m working at the German Market until Christmas, some much needed income to keep me afloat – and purpose to keep me sane! I’m making the best of being as resourceful as I can – that is making the most of a situation and well… doing something.
The job is a great insight into daily city life and of course it lends itself to people watching (I do work, honest). It’s a stark reminder of the rush and bustle of England, the diversity in people, the impatience, the ignorance, and also the beauty. In a curious way I am loving it! The uncertainty of who you will meet next and the bonds with new people are a reminder of truly the foundation of a happy state, communicating, helping, smiling and enjoying the moment.
Opposite the stall I am happy to hang out with fellow sellers, Titan Leathercraft specialising in bespoke, timeless quality leather goods- particularly curious books. There is also a pleasant mix of food on offer (which I’m trying to make my way through) and a host of fun and friendly stallholders to chat to in the downtime.
Good old English pessimism sneaks in from time to time, and surrounding myself in certain situations for too long the thoughts of self-doubt take hold. But, in the moments when I’m feeling 24 international musical talents Afro Celt Soundsystem filling the humble surroundings of a music venue with love and passion, when I’m dancing around with family to Focus, drinking cocktails with friends and dancing the night away, talking longingly down the phone to a loved one, I’m feeling inspired, alive and excited by life.
I’m humbled by all the friends I have seen, including the Sorting Office Art Studio gang and school staff that I used to work with, it really is lovely to see their faces again.

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The English landscape is beautiful in a truly unique historical way. I’ve made it my mission to reconnect with these sites that have held such inspiration from an early age, and to bring them to light again – a theme that is often reflected in my artwork too. Sites of particular interest are often managed by English Heritage and The National Trust organisations, and being a new member I am going to my ‘happy place’ and seeing these places I’d read so much about.

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Beaulieu is known predominantly for it’s National Motor Museum, and after visiting many times as a disinterested child, this time around I was keen to soak up some of the history in the palace ruins and gardens. The finale to an interesting day ended with fireworks and my bestie and his band playing to thousands of people. It was awesome.

22780245_10155293275079737_1692760056992103920_nFree days so far have given myself and Mum quality time to hike to the site of the Iron Age Hill Fort of Old Winchester Hill. Old Winchester Hill has been a famous and popular beauty spot since Victorian times and beyond. The views across the valley to Beacon Hill and down to the sea are superb, well, when it’s not cloudy 🙂
The area is rich in archaeology from the Mesolithic (stone age hunter gathers living after the end of the Ice Age) up to WW2. Most visible are the Iron Age hill fort and the earlier Bronze Age barrows or burial mounds. Even on a bleak day, it ignited that feeling of creative inspiration with space to breathe surrounding me.
More recently a short road trip to Donnington Castle which is a ruined medieval castle, situated in the small village of Donnington, just north of the town of Newbury in the English county of Berkshire, and sunny-shiny mornings made these trips even more special.

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Next up and most recently another local site Titchfield Abbey. It was once the home of a community of Premonstratensian canons. The canons lived communally, like monks, but also preached and served as priests in the local community. After the Suppression of the Monasteries, Henry VIII gave the abbey to Sir Thomas Wriothesley, Earl of Southampton, who transformed the buildings into a grand Tudor mansion called Place House. The most impressive feature of the abbey today is a grand turreted gatehouse, which was built across the nave of the church.

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And so, as I do, I’ve made a nest in the form of a working studio. Doing the inevitable sort out and throwing out of anything upon my return, starting fresh and wanting to live more simply. I have made a space to use and repurpose everything I have lovingly collected to use in my creations, and so along with glass I have been happily creating and selling again.
So, with the new year looming, sweet things are on the horizon, and the effort and energy I put in now will reward further down the line. I believe you need to stay curious, interested and put some effort in. Rather than feel a sense of loss, I am focussing on the very things I have gained, the best things I have ever experienced and will keep with me, growing each day.

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I’m not alone there is a higher love, deep in the heart and in the stars above.

And we will reconnect soon.

‘Is it okay if I am okay with my okay? Is it okay I am content in my now, headily loving the few once-in-a-lifetime people I treasure? Is it okay if I don’t want too much, but just enough to keep my head and heart growing, evermore? Is it okay if I define success by the amount of joy that pumps through my heart, through the rest of my days?’

Soundtrack Afro Celt Sound System – Honey Bee, Billy Bragg – Levi Stubbs Tears

 

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The South Island holiday… homeward bound

IMG_1076Holiday time! After handing over the NZPS House Manager reins to Christine it was time to go. I’d delayed the packing of my bag until the very last minute, I finally squished it, remoulded, rolled, folded and threw stuff away until I could zip it up, even then I still had an extra bag of stuff to put in Hendrik’s pack (boys don’t take much stuff on holiday I thought). That dark rainy night I said my farewells and good lucks to Christine and was picked up by Hendrik to stay at the pub one very last time.
We’d planned a South Island trip together as a final ‘blow out’ before I left New Zealand. Although I’d seen my fair share of incredible sights down there I was more than keen to share them with somebody a second time around and create more awesome memories.
We flew from Palmerston North or Palmerston ‘Shithouse’ as it is sometimes referred, to Christchurch early the next morning, to sort out our camper we’d hired. It was to be one of those sorting things out kind of days, and as we were both tired we took a sleepy trip down to Geraldine in a dense cloud of rain, giving us none of the views we’d daydreamed about…so far.

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Our mutual friend River from Hobbiton was now working and residing in Geraldine, which became our stopover as we began to head in a south westerly direction. After beersies and a lovely catch up we headed back to ‘our’ van keen to make it a home and a nice cosy nest, particularly due to the dampness and unappealing nature of the outdoors. A decent night’s sleep and the motivation to kick start the holiday we decided to head south and risk not being able to see the beautiful mountains on the horizon. I was struggling to remain optimistic as the rain hit the windscreen for much of the journey. We arrived in Fairlie, a cute little town in the beautiful Mackenzie region. This mostly reminded me of lovely British Hobbiton workers Hannah and Luke who I’d met last year who had worked in Fairlie on the Mount Dobson Ski Field.

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Burke’s Pass is a mountain pass and at its base, a small town on State Highway 8 at the entrance to the Mackenzie Country in South Canterbury, New Zealand. Like an old American gas station, Burke’s pass holds a museum like collection of Americana memorabilia, housed in old wooden sheds alongside old motors, wagon wheels and other machine curiosities. The sun began to show it’s face as we took a look around and got our first glimpses of the interesting differences between the North and South Island. I knew the road from now on was so beautiful and the snowy mountains that surround you almost 360 leave you awestruck on the approach to Lake Tekapo. I can’t emphasize enough how gorgeous a moment it was when we shared that beauty together sitting atop Mount John’s observatory, it was absolutely breath-taking. The observatory is housed there due to Lake Tekapo receiving ‘dark sky reserve status’ simply meaning it is one of the least polluted, clearest places in the world to stargaze. We took our iconic pictures of the Church of the Good Shepherd and after a relaxing beer in the sun we continued on towards Twizel heading towards Mount Cook, for the Hooker Valley walk we had planned for the next day.

P1120337I had created a vague itinerary for our trip – able to change from day to day if the weather wasn’t playing along or that we decided to spend more or less time in a place. We had the added freedom of a camper and this made it very easy to make last minute spontaneous plans.
Freedom camp sites are widely available in New Zealand, found by searching the useful Campermate app we were able to park up for the night. We found a wonderfully peaceful spot by a lake, enabling us to make an early start for the walk the next day. The simplicity of parking up and being a self contained van felt very liberating and so freedom camping became something we’d try to do every other night, to get off the beaten track and well, save some pennies.

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Mount Cook road is one way in and one way out, and it gets progressively more stunning as you drive closer and closer to the mountains. The scale is what grabs you, being dwarfed by these snowy giants. The Hooker Valley walk was one of my highlights from my own personal South Island trip the previous year so our route became reasonably the same as the one I had travelled. I was so excited for Hendrik. He explained how the dry alpine environment reminded him of the African landscape he loved and knew well. We share the same values at heart, independent, passionate and stubborn we soaked up the surroundings in our own personal reflective ways yet had the bonus of sharing this special time to become an experience we can talk about endlessly..

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Wanaka was next on the trip, and again like before we didn’t see a great deal here, our paid campsite choice wasn’t quite as hoped, so after photographing many charismatic trees across the serene lake we headed for the pub!
Situated on the spectacular Crown Range Road between Queenstown and Wanaka, the Cardrona Hotel is one of New Zealand’s oldest and most iconic hotels. It would have been rude not to have had some tasty grub with a drink and of course a good look around. Hendrik had the image on the wall in his pub and had longed to have a nosey, I must say, I couldn’t complain when we needed to ‘research’ these kind of places for inspiration 😉 it was wonderfully restored and much larger than the frontage suggests, it was well worth the stop.

20170921_120156The road then takes a lovely scenic route through the Crown Range, offering amazing views of your descent into Queenstown with views of the Remarkables mountain range. The last time I had driven this road it was very hairy due to the large dumping of snow that had occurred, so far our trip was much warmer than the time before and it was a joy to be driving ‘our’ nippy little van around. It worked out we’d alternate on driving days, both confident and happy to drive it worked out well and spread the tiredness more evenly! We’d stocked up on a few basic foodie items but we knew due to our love of good food and drink that we’d be more than tempted to try the local delights – which we did.

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Arrowtown, on the way to Queenstown is charming and quirky – a delightful gold rush village nestled below the beautiful peaks that surround the sparkling Arrow River. Scenes from The Lord of the Rings were filmed on the river and the tree lined streets, restored cottages and gold mining sites make it well worth a look. Did I mention there is a pretty mean sweet shop there also? 🙂 I managed to find some Feijoa flavoured sweets (or lollies as they call them in NZ) so my UK chums can kind of sample the delightful flavour of these beautiful little fruits – in sugary form.
In a carpark in Arrowtown we began to make a plan for the next few days, making sure we had enough time to do everything we wanted. It was important to us that we tried new things and each day was varied and fun (they always were, all the time). We’d agreed before the trip that we would have to do an adrenaline activity in Queenstown – it seemed only right being the adrenalin fuelled capital of the world!. We had something along the lines of a sky dive in mind. With Hendrik’s reluctance of swing bridges and mine of launching myself head first from a ridiculous height, we made the compromise of booking the highest swing in the world – the Ben Nevis.

We’d lucked out with an awesome Queenstown campsite full of quirky art on site as well as BBQ area, perfect for a delicious seafood meal cooked for me (lucky gal). Excitement filled our bones with our impending frightening activity, almost missing the thing completely with our rushed morning and things for Hendrik to sort out over the phone with the pub, the mood was…tense.

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First ones up, casually strapped in from a somewhat ridiculous height:

‘You guys want a countdown?…or a surprise? – Bungy dude playing God

‘ A surp…. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!’ – Hendrik

With an incredible and unexpected freefall it almost felt as though we’d done a bungy! less gentle than imagined but an incredible high, the beauty of doing the tandem was experiencing it together. A famous Fergburger felt well deserved afterwards and we sat on deck of a sunny seaside boat sipping a drink, stuffing our faces soaking up that Queenstown buzz. It also came to be that it was National Hobbit Day – the Birthday of the Hobbits Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, so we celebrated in style and even managed to track down some of the rare 1% Sobering Thought beer served to the actors whilst filming.

20170922_135500Later that evening we had almost the whole Queenstown ice rink to ourselves as we skated around playfully, falling over no more than 2431 times.
We drove later that evening to Te Anau, where trips to Milford Sound begin. Milford Sound is close to my heart, much like Mount Cook, there is that dominance and scale of surrounding landscape that seems to put everything into perspective, and it’s hypnotising. We booked a tour that included the scenic drive to and from Milford, giving us both a rest from driving and to enjoy the many stops, and the not so many stops through the avalanche area and impressively hand dug homer tunnel.
We lucked out yet again, Hendrik’s face lighting up as we discovered the nice selection the buffet lunch offered on the cruise! We spent the boat cruise on top deck, relishing those characteristically rainy and atmospheric elements so associated with Fjordland. The Willow theme tune humming through my mind we were treated to more waterfalls than we could count, it was yet another one of those moments where you realise you’re in the most amazing place with the most amazing person. So lucky.

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Keen to fit another horse ride in our time together we booked one back in Cardrona, amongst the landscape we loved. This time it was back country saddle riding on western saddles on gorgeous American Appaloosa horses. A bit rough on the old bum, but very enjoyable none the less! a short visit to the Cardrona distillery afterwards made it hurt a bit less).

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As we’d begun to head back up north we made the trip across to the rainy west coast to the most dull/strange/uncomfortable town of Haast. Arriving late we had little choice of where to stay and wound up in the same campsite I had stayed in the previous year and promised to myself I would not do again! It was just a weird grey ‘non-place’, the silver lining was an amazing thunderstorm that night and in the camper it was cosier than ever in our nest. A different landscape yet again, the west sees constant rain, lush rainforest and copious waterfalls on the roadsides. We were making our way to Fox Glacier to do a possible heli-hike with my British friend Alex who I’d previously guided at Glowing Adventures. Due to the weather in Haast we’d not got over optimistic about the helicopter ride, knowing deep down it wasn’t heli-like conditions. Hendrik was also feeling a little less than 100% through the last couple of days and I could see the exhaustion in his face. We instead took a stormy guided walking trip to the bottom of the glacier, the road was closed to public as the conditions were rough! It was a fun rugged walk but I knew we needed some downtime soon and to focus on getting back to 100%. we briefly caught up with Alex but knew we needed to keep moving so took an easy drive to Hokitika for the night, the weather was changing, our moods lifting as we shared fish and chips on a boat watching the sunset. The pace was slower as we enjoyed eachothers company.

IMG_2391Time for some beautiful limestone rock formations in Punakaiki. The Pancake Rocks are where columns of water shoot skyward from rocks resembling giant stacks of hotcakes. They are addictive to watch as the water captured at a perfect moment pushes it’s way through a blowhole, a chimney like affect. As you watch and wait patiently you hope the next one you will see will be bigger and better with cameras poised. We were not able to do quite as much caving as we had hoped, although the area was rich with caves, many entrances were deemed dangerous due to numerous landslips, rock falls and high level water. We headed to the pub and realised we actually had one more day of the holiday than previously thought (!) bonus! So heading north to Nelson and beyond was becoming a do-able plan.

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As we headed towards Motueka, an area I knew very well due to much time spent in Nelson with Renee and at the lovely free range egg farm with Sharon and family.
We now had time to sample some of the Abel Tasman park area and I wanted Hendrik to experience the overwhelming sensations staring down into the ominous Harwoods Hole. It was beautiful to be there with him, all of these different emotions we were stirring up with each day. It was like a summers day, we had a look around the cool arty area of Golden Bay and did the relatively secret Grove walk, with some of the most interesting limestone karsts and gardens we’d seen.

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Fishing was something Hendrik had a passion for and we’d decided to try and fit it in on this holiday, time however was wearing thin. Charter boats and such were getting booked up and funds were becoming a bit on the low side. A happy medium – which turned out to be a fantastic experience was at a nearby salmon fishing farm. I’d never been fishing before and always wanted to catch and eat my own fish (just like I’d done for all those years on the Zelda games). Salmon is also one of my favourite fish to eat, Hendrik very patiently showed me the technique and shazam! within about 15 minutes we had caught 3 good sized salmon! What a buzz, and to see him full of energy and excitement it was brilliant! If that wasn’t enough they then hot smoke your fish however you like and can also serve it as sashimi. We had a mixed bag, I should say mixed box – far too much for both of us, but it was the most beautiful fish we’d ever tasted. Simple pleasures.

 

E7FC07E5-20D2-412C-B0AC-AFA54C36FBE2Annie, a dear friend who I’d met whilst at the chook farm was now working at the Wangapeka Cheese shop, so we couldn’t resist a visit! It was so nice to catch up again, we had cheese and preserves and Annie received some of our salmon and my artwork – Kaitoke. We had time to wander around Nelson before starting a slow and rather long trip towards Christchurch ready for the impending departures. I felt sweet memories flooding back particularly with Renee and our fun evenings over a gin or two.
We stopped to have fresh oysters, something I hadn’t tried before and yummy chardonnay, what a treat, a proper holiday. One last port of call was artist Mike Ward’s studio on the high-street where after a friendly chat he decided to make me a piece of jewellery, a beautiful ring as a gift – such a kind hearted soul, kindness is magic after all.

So we’d booked an Italian themed apartment for our last night together. A comfortable spacious piece of luxury for us to unwind, sort through our things, return the van and collect our thoughts. Flying up to Auckland the following morning was tinged with a silent sadness. Holding hands and becoming less able to converse, becoming immersed in our own thoughts. Hendrik’s sister Jarinda picked us up from the airport and in the remaining hours before I flew back to the UK, Hendrik cooked up one last Braai.

Time to depart. We sat still as the motion of busy travellers became a blur around us. So deeply intense I could barely bring myself to look at him, and with a heavy heart we went our separate ways.

It’s ok, I’ve got this.

We’re strong and optimistic and will ride this one out, we feel good. So I’m home, have many ideas in place, job opportunities available to me and a move to a UK location close to my heart. So I will not be still for long.  Despite the sadness of leaving, I’m now creating a new chapter from everything. I am constantly learning and I am excited. I think that I may have found a sanctuary to immerse myself in as a starting point,and as for this Blog > it will continue, just like my adventures.

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New Zealand Pacific Studio ❥ House Manager/Artist in Residence

 

907259-14350-14‘Together, we build personal and collective creative capability and solidarity.’

Greeted by a warm smile and a hug, Kate welcomed me to the New Zealand Pacific Studio. Driving though a mostly rural area with an off-the-beaten-track charm, I was now destined to reside in the Wairarapa.

After much research, changing dates, toing and froing of emails with owner Lynette, I was pleased to be offered the opportunity at an amazing art residency hub in the historic home Normandell. Rather than a solo artist residency, my role was to be the House Manager, alongside continuing my own art practise. The House Manager essentially is the first port of call for artists, providing information, transport…and was to become so much more.

20170725_092255NZPS offers a welcoming home for the arts in the hills of the Wairarapa. A non-profit international residency centre founded in 2001 by Kay Flavell, who purchased the somewhat derelict home after viewing just 2 photographs online. Kay had a vision and lovingly restored this historic home. The 5-acre facility has 7 work-spaces and is open year-round. It welcomes applicants living in New Zealand or abroad, promoting cross-cultural and cross-disciplinary dialogue.

An artist residency – what is that exactly? Much like my experience at Earthskin Muriwai, an artist residency provides writers / artists / environmentalists / researchers with space to work on a project of their design. Offering dedicated time and headspace for the work to emerge. They often also run workshops, performances, exhibitions, and Open Studio Days with the community.

The unique pull of this particular artist residency a few minutes from rolling hills and the Tararua Mountains was the history of the house and family that had lived there. The Normandell House, built in 1911, serves as the centre of the facility and is surrounded by woodland gardens that are beautiful in any season. Summers can get very warm, and winters quite chilly, but nothing that a cosy fire can’t fix. There are seven unique work-spaces. Since 2001, about 500 artists from New Zealand and abroad have lived and worked at the centre.  They have made connections that enrich their practice and the local and shared communities.

20170724_153246Kate, House Manager from Canada was passing the torch after enriching the space with her support and vision for half the year. A few days handover and training and I began to settle into the Burton Room – named after Christopher Burton the British clockmaker to whom the house was built. There was instant feel good energy and a pleasant few days spent with Kate who was a joy to be around, opening up and sharing almost weirdly parallel ways in which our lives and relationships were working out. Together we ate beautiful food (Kate is a real foody) and enjoyed a hike up Mount Bruce, which soon became a ritual in my time at NZPS (along with feeding the gigantic eels!). The views are spectacular after around a 2 hr loop track through the wonderful Pukaha Wildlife Centre, and native bush. It also houses many protected birdlife including the one and only white adorable Kiwi – Manukura.

John, a painter from LA arrived late after travelling from a previous residency in the Blue Mountains of Australia. At heart, a traditional painter of plein air that touches upon his Mexican heritage with symbolic Frida Kahlo-esque imagery and narrative. Very comfortable in his own skin he emerged from the Mason room late the following day in a poncho and green cowboy hat. We took a trip out to Masterton to pick up Tomoko Yamashita also a painter, this time from Japan.

P1110619Tomoko was a sweet gentle presence, her studio was the beautiful loft space, which still has Christopher’s Burton’s desk and tools beside the window overlooking the woodland garden. Sometimes lost in translation, although quietly keen to sing and dance, Tomoko wanted to play games and enjoy as much New Zealand sightseeing with us as possible. Myself, John and Tomoko spent the next week together, the guys settling in to some work and most mealtimes enjoying getting to know each other. The dynamics of the house were beginning to change as we started to become a little family, gathering around the fire each night, sharing life stories and work in progress.

FB_IMG_1501315152443Although still relatively quiet in the house, all of that was about to change as we welcomed Rodji Munoz and Leah Milanovic on the same day. Rodji was a super talented photographer from, well funnily enough, around 20 minutes away from John in the US! A commercial photographer having taken shots for popular brands as well as awesome live music captures. She was taking only a few days at NZPS to work on a more personal project. We were later that day joined by a new force of kooky energy- Leah a writer from Australia who had been awarded the Lavinia Winter fellowship at the studio.

All of a similar age and mind-set, it wasn’t long before we were dancing around the lounge together. Pot luck dinners were my new favourite thing and we found any excuse to do them. It’s the perfect fun way to socialise, helping each other with cooking, learning about dishes and foods you’re often unfamiliar with, all helped down with a good drink or three, card games and a boogie. Rodji and Leah’s first night involved all of these fine things over a Mexican meal cooked by John, later joined by Hendrik for an unforgettable gathering with perfectly posed photos, representing just how synchronised we were 🙂

FB_IMG_1502262170767I’d become somewhat of a mother hen, which I enjoyed really. I had my routines in place with firewood, laundry and admin, with enough time to finish of a series of art work. These guys really wanted to have so much fun on their first trip to New Zealand and I was more than happy to be the tour guide for them. A quiet conversation with Hendrik that night I suggested it would be sad if these guys didn’t get to experience the beauty of glow-worms whilst in New Zealand. After approximately 30 seconds of deciding I offered them a daytrip up towards the Apiti Tavern and a chance to see the glow-worms ‘Beers n worms’ was born. After talking about my caving adventures it would’ve been a terrible loss if these guys didn’t get to experience them whilst in New Zealand.

20728277_10211661355102767_779043106674261474_nThe SH2 heading towards Wellington offers a selection of quaint little towns offering good coffee shops, op shops, art galleries and heading toward Martinborough you reach the wineries. Although not the prime time of year, we still gave these a ‘taste test’, with a wooden lodge offering delicious wood fired pizza and free cider nearby!
The studio has a board of 12 members each helping towards the running of the residency, who often came round for pot luck meals (yup pot luck again) they were always fun to converse with and offered an opportunity for Leah and John to have an impromptu audience before getting involved in The National Poetry Day reading at the nearby Aratoi Museum of Art & History. Leah was great! If a little nervous, she was natural and engaging with her reading. I felt like a proud mum.

Over the 2 months I have met so many different people, enriching the experience much more than I could have ever imagined. Karen the housekeeper paid a visit each week to discuss usually the most random topics over a cup of coffee, I’ll miss this routine. Michelle from Glowing dropped by for a cuppa one morning, revisiting nearby Eketahuna – where she grew up, this should be the last time I see Michelle…for a while now anyway 😉
Sad goodbyes were inevitable, it’s all part of the process. In my downtime I did find opportunity to finish a series of artworks, which are now to be exhibited in the Consignment Gallery in Feilding. I used the studio of the self-contained Norwegian-style Cottage whilst no one was residing in there, and it felt good to have
found a way of creating that resulted in a more cohesive group of works.

21368690_1446200482124878_6232047358836039164_oResidents Kaye, a painter from Australia and Antonia, a writer from Wellington joined the house for a week. A much quieter, reflective time was had – one of the lasting pieces of information Kate gave me was that everybody will be ‘going through something’, how right she was. We were joined one evening by Janina who I’d met in Kaitaia whilst mandarin picking and happened to bump in to in Masterton, where she was now staying with her partner Theus.
Owners Lynette and Ian were busy putting some love and maintenance back in to the property as spring had sprung. Such a sweet couple who I feel sad to leave – they made me feel so welcomed. I was only short of a couple of hours away from Hendrik now, meaning we’d get to see each other most weeks, funnily enough he was quite keen to join in when lush food, tasty drink and fun company was involved. We got a couple of hikes in, including the glow worm cave in the daylight, it was so special to see this incredible space we’d only imagined existed in the darkness of the worms.

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It was the last time I’d see the Tavern.. we gave it an overhaul, cleared, tidied, fixed and made it homely for a hectic but exciting summer. We took the opportunity of a local horse ride (I was an avid rider many years ago). As we galloped through ice and snow, like we’d been riding together for years, I began to think of closure as this adventure comes to an end.P1120244Tomorrow we head to the South Island for 2 weeks, adventuring and exploring the most beautiful sights. It is with a mixture of excitement and anxiety that I think about the path afterwards, the journey home for a different chapter.

Until then, here’s to enjoying every moment ❤

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Soundtrack: Gladys Knight – Midnight Train To Georgia, Ben Howard – The Fear,  Fleet Foxes – Blue Ridge Mountains, The XX – On Hold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The White Stuff ☃

20170712_150131Time to find myself grounded in comfortable surroundings again for the next 3 weeks. It was great to catch-up with Michelle and Stefan before they headed off on their big American adventure. I was fortunate enough to be given more time at Glowing Adventures which I was more than happy about, I had missed the place and the people very much. I also had the bonus of house-sitting and looking after little Milly the dog and affectionate Izzy the cat, little did I know at the time how much they disliked each other. It wasn’t too long before I realised the cat stalked the cat flap ready to pounce on Milly each time she wanted to come back indoors. It made for amusing company for the small amounts of time I’d spend at the house, I decided I’d work pretty much every day and with the Lions tour bringing in many tourists it was a full on 3 weeks ! In true unpredictable style I wound up giving a tour despite being in the office – sometimes people have different ‘needs’. Heath needed to split his tour up due to extremely different abilities within the 6 people, so I headed on down and took the hardest ever, due to the lack of balance mainly of the parents of the family and lack of English spoken, but they had a great time and you have to get on with it, rather than question why they had booked in the first place! Working in tourism I have realised how little people (not little people) actually research in to the tour they book, whether they are distracted by pretty pictures, discounts, or such I’m unsure but we’d often find people pleasantly surprised with no idea what they had booked themselves in to.

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Scottish Michael who I’d befriended in Kaitaia had since left the mandarin picking and was touring the north island. Of course, unable to switch off my tour guide head I suggested he visit for a tour- which he did! Getting him to smile in the photograph wearing his stripy thermals was another matter (!) 20170628_122220
Michelle had suggested a few more creative projects to work on whilst I was back, so over the best part of 3 days we had designed a fun mural for the side of the shed. It was essentially a photo spot for when groups had completed (survived?) the tour and wanted a pit stop to capture the moment. The muddy footprint logo continues the mural around the side of the shed. Nice to leave another piece of work in New Zealand.

20170710_155126Time for farewells again, it had become a bit of a joke as we kept seeing each other again so we’d say ‘see you in a couple of months?’…
I had a bit of free time on my hands before heading down to the tavern so had decided to explore more of the National Park area home of the 3 peaks and picturesque alpine surroundings. Little did I know how much of a treat I was in for. On the approach of Whakapapa I had read about a 2 hour hike to Taranaki falls Heading closer, the surroundings changed to a grey stillness and the snowflakes began to cover the windscreen of the car. I pulled over, eager to capture the beautiful sight of snow which always feel magical, particularly as it’s a rare occurrence on the South Coast of England.

P1110384Seeing the iconic Tongariro Hotel on the horizon the snow was getting plentiful now, along with cars parked on the road with families making the very most of this massive snow dump that was happening, it was wonderful! The Chateau Tongariro Hotel is surrounded by a stunning natural playground bursting with diverse landscapes for visitors to the Tongariro National Park to discover. c761c3384cb613a95f3429fc4fa0b41b--boston-public-vintage-travel-posters
Grinning from ear to ear I began to wander, deciding whether the hike would be good/safe in this now quite extreme weather. The stillness surrounding the hotel began to pick up pace and show itself in snow showers almost making me consider turning back – by this time is was getting rather later in the day and no-one else was around hiking that I could see. Much as I enjoyed that, it’s sometimes nice to have somebody on the horizon just in case there was a major change in weather, but I was well layered up and determined. It was a stunning barren landscape, mostly unrecognisable and gave me the same pangs of longing that the hike around Mount Cook did that snowy day.  The upper and lower tracks form a loop with the waterfall situated around the half-way point. Tumbling 20 metres over the edge of a large lava flow, which erupted from Ruapehu 15,000 years ago, Taranaki Falls plunge into a boulder-ringed pool. From below the falls there are spectacular views into the water-worn gorges of the Wairere Stream.

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Glowing red cheeks (face cheeks that is) and enjoying the anticipation of sipping from the flask of coffee in my car I began the remainder of the trip down to Apiti. Leaving National Park it was apparent the snow was localized and I was greeted in the Manawatu with a grey drizzle instead.

Blown away by the experiences of the day, together myself and Hendrik decided we’d make an early start and head up to do the hike together this time around, he was as excited about the snow was as I was, it just may be our favourite thing.
Waking at 6am peering out of the window I let out a squeak of excitement which accidently/on purpose woke Hendrik ‘Look out the window !! Wowwwww’ -this was the deepest untouched cleanest beautiful snow we’d ever seen and it had completely covered Apiti, we were in excited shock.

P1110434Deciding to enjoy this rare sight (it hadn’t snowed like this in Apiti since 1975 ) we walked around crunching the snow beneath our feet, watching as the snow fell from the sky increasing the weight on the trees, hearing almighty ‘flomps’ (thanks for the adjective Leah) as it fell down on to big piles of the white stuff. We shortly realised however that while beautiful, it had caused a power outage in the pub and the surrounding area. The snowfall was so thick and heavy it had taken out power lines. That lovely community spirit you dream of came in to place, the neighbour brought round soup to cook on the fire top and the food from the previous days delivery was being buried outside in a new natural freezer to keep fresh. 20170713_150221 Drinking booze by candlelight, surrounded by locals unable to do very little in the extreme conditions we enjoyed a simple pleasures kind of a day, it’s amazing how time slows down without the ‘distraction’ of power. Heading into the next day of no power and no hint of the snow clearing for some time. Trying to set up a friend’s generator to power the pub’s fridge was needed, and as you can guess pretty much a few moments after this being set up the power came back on. Although only 2 days without power, internet, hot water and lights it was a relief to have the comforts back as the cold was becoming uncomfortable.
I was somewhat biding my time before I was due to begin an arts residency I had been planning some 2 years ago. Helping out as much as I could at the pub I decided after a few days I would do another stint of WWOOFING at the nearby Rangiwahia Environmental arts centre.

Pulling up to Bridgette and Jim’s home I could see the historic dairy building. In April 1898 the Rangiwahia- Ruahine Cooperative Dairy Company, Limited was formed. In December 1898 the Rangiwahia Butter factory was built 600m south of the village and was opened for business. It was built on a sloping section using gravity to save labour and pumping. It was great piece of history and was home to the workshop of the REACT art centre that Bridgette and Jim had set up some years previously. 2081338_orig The ethos behind the charity organisation is promoting sustainability in creativity, reusing projects to promote waste minimisation with resources that are found locally. Bridgette and Jim are a great buzzy couple and it wasn’t long before myself and British Jim realised we had worked with the same festival art makers in the UK. Hard working, travelling, anarchistic and driven, it was an insightful few days. Their world travelling truck ‘Beattie’ has taken them both around the world enhancing the connection between community and art, Bridgette showed me the giant puppets designed, created and performed by a diverse range of inspiring women for International Women’s Day.

P1110461Another offshoot of the organisation is what they refer to as Junk and Disorderly:-
‘Junk refers to the stuff we use, and Disorderly is how we can get when we’re let loose on the streets’ Full of wonderful ideas, for the greater good – how inspiring indeed.

‘Something we’ve made a name for ourselves with,
Lighting up the Night with Community Spectacles.
Made by the People, Enjoyed by the People.
Intergenerational, Multi cultural, Very Pleasurable.’

Willow provided the base material for many projects. I found myself harvesting the willow crop and planting willow cuttings alongside the nearby gorge which will provide workable willow in the next year or two. There is something so simple and rewarding about becoming part of the whole process, from willow shoot to creative joyful projects enhancing imagination and connections between people. It is humbling to be immersed in such a selfless idea, turning passion into reality and creativity.

http://www.rangienviroartscentre.org

 

Soundtrack: Kate Bush – 50 Words For Snow

 

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The Manawatu > Apiti, locals & community

P1110103Arriving at Muriwai beach I was to be greeted by a text… ‘I’m stuck’, and an ominous looking photograph of the sea. Hendrik had gotten a bit over excited arriving in Muriwai before me and taken to the beach on the 4×4 tracks. Thankfully his Ute pulled him through and we met by the local shop just up from Earthskin. It had been almost a month so we had a lot to catch up on. After a brief cuppa I had been in contact with Robin regarding our visit and how a reunion would be a lovely idea – and who wouldn’t want to taste those famous scones again? We were greeted with a warm welcome from Robin, Sue, Pipi, Benny, Thaddie and doggy Danny. Sue showed me around her ‘nest’ project which she was working on last time I was over, creating a space for herself to escape in a characterful wooden clad room. I had wanted Hendrik to meet the family and to also soak up some more Muriwai sites he hadn’t managed to see in his last memorable if short visit.

18882007_10154895419914737_8349896375278981996_nWe headed out with the kids down to the beach along the iron rich black sand toward the caves and gannet colony. The tide was the furthest out I’d seen it so we able to venture in to caves I hadn’t seen before, as Pipi told us her lifeguard tales about the occasions they all leap in the water and would get swept in to the cave (I’ll pass on that one thanks !) Pipi had since become a fully trained life guard and all the kids were doing so well at school. I wasn’t surprised one bit, they’re beautiful kids. Another reason for revisiting Earthskin was because this time around the ‘owner’ Veronique was back from her travels. Veronique was the lady I had been in touch with from the start about the residency so it was a really good opportunity to touch base with her in person. We chatted over wine as Hendrik brought in a monster of a pie he had pre-cooked for us all to dine on later that evening. It was delicious under the warm glow of the fire and moon shaped lights.

P1110066An early night beckoned, myself and Hendrik walked over to the yurt, lit a fire and relived that wonderful atmosphere that such a simple structure gives. After a good night’s sleep, I became over excited about the previous day’s adventure in the Ute and I wanted to experience beach driving too! It felt very exhilarating to drive so close to the crashing waves in a vehicle that could actually handle it, and like many spots in New Zealand we pretty much had the place to ourselves that morning – a perfect way to leave Muriwai and head back down collect my things to ‘properly’ move out of the cottage in Waitomo. Having a space to nest and to create in inevitably invites the collecting of ‘stuff’ all of which I had to work through and condense back down to the basics as we continued a rather long day of driving back down the tavern – I would be staying with Hendrik for the next 2 weeks.

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The northern Manawatu is a beautiful, scenic area of New Zealand unknown to many throughout New Zealand it hosts the headwaters of the Oroua River, which divides the Rangiwahia and Apiti regions beside the Ruahine Ranges. These Ranges divide Manawatu and Hawkes Bay. Before it makes its way into farmland it speeds up through a narrow gorge between sheer-rock walls named by the early settlers as The Iron Gates. The Iron Gates experience was a hike we threw ourselves in to after a few days settling back in. Undeterred by a rather damp grey morning with heavy rain forecast we really needed a good tramp, so we layered up and armed ourselves with grub (I ate Hendriks). We took roughly a 3 hour hike through steep bush down toward the awesome Iron Gate rock walls, wading through rather deep river crossings. Over some lunch Hendrik handed me a greenstone he had been holding on to, ready to pass on. The Greenstone is for luck and to help you in your travels, when you feel you have been helped out by it’s energy, it is time to move it on to the next person, it was my time to look after it.

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Hendrik’s best mates from Matamata, Amy, Rachael and Jasmine were well over due a visit to the tavern, thankfully times finally synchronised and they headed down together for a weekend of fun and well, of course, drink. I had met Amy and Rachael during Amy’s 30th Birthday party at Rachael’s earlier that year (written about in a previous Blog Light Is Shining Through On You..). I immediately felt comfortable around them both, in awe of their ‘coolness’ I was super-excited to see them again. I hadn’t met Jasmine before but with her candyfloss pink hair and dry wit it didn’t take long for us to bond. Staying in an old ‘quirky’ house (Amy was freaked out) up the road from the tavern, we all hung out whilst waiting on Hendrik to escape his shift at the pub. In a break from the merriment we drove down towards the glow worm cave on Table Flat Road to show the ladies the wonderful hidden treasures in and around the surrounding area. The pub to ourselves on our return was not a bad thing, we enjoyed creating new cocktails with a lush bubblegum syrup, I think I just ended up drinking Vodka and the syrup as I was enjoying it so much and got less imaginative after a whole day of drinking. We played crap darts listening to some sweet tunes and some of us ended the night a little worse for wear (details purposely excluded Amy ;), the icy decking turning in to the perfect skating rink and.. then.. doof!, Hendrik was down. A giggly walk back to the pub together.. it had been a great couple of days.

19059190_10154914724074737_8476452394941222783_nJordan lives up the road from the tavern, working at his parents farm, he often worked a weekend shift at the pub. Another day off together and Hendrik had planned to shoot some clays over the duck pond on Jordan’s farm. A young cheeky fella, the day started with loading up his new 4 x 4 beast with ammunition, guns and clays. Something I’d never tried, getting the technique right towards the end of the shoot, and after a decent bruise had already begun to appear on my upper arm. The boys were good, and a just joy to watch. Time to cook up some venny (which seems to be far fresher and tastier than I had ever tried back in the UK) followed by a cold Corona, a play on the digger (I was far better at manoeuvring this than shooting clays) it was a lovely insight in to simple pleasures and of course, trying new things.

P1110108Jordan was also on the Apiti pool team and within the next few days they had a game against local pub The Cheltenham (Chelty), sadly not winning this time around, but watching Hendrik play a mean game was worthwhile. The 2 weeks flew by, but a lovely experience to end on a high was to meet up with Hendrik’s sister Jarinda and her English boyfriend Richard, to watch the British Lions taking on the Maori All Blacks in Rotorua. Of course myself and Richard were cheering on the Lions – I enjoy the fact the crowd supporters are mixed up in rugby and not separated in to definite sides like that in football, and to me it seemed no where near as aggressive or loutish (it was my first rugby experience).

20170617_192553It was that time again to part ways. I was heading back to Waitomo (would I ever really leave that place?!) The owners Michelle and Stefan had sweetly got in contact offering me work to cover for 3 weeks while they headed off to America for a working holiday. Rather than heading straight up there I stayed in Taupo with the idea I’d see some more intriguing geothermal sites in Rotorua that I had read about, and couldn’t shake from my mind. In typical predictable fashion the one that drew my attention was Orekei Korako ‘Cave’ and Thermal Park (did you spot the magic word?) whilst researching, I saw images of an incredible icy white and mustard coloured dominated formation glowing in the surrounding bush landscape.

P1110240Like the surface of another planet, identifying incredible rich colours and textures that are an artist’s dream. Thinking to myself, if I can even begin to replicate the beauty I am seeing in these natural formations I will be very happy. My head was bursting with inspiration and the timing was perfect as I had just the right canvasses in mind that were heading towards a similar conclusion to the things I had witnessed that day.

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