My weekend rocked!
I had the best weekend! Man, it felt so good to get out of Dunedin for a couple of days. Garston is so quiet and peaceful, spending long hours sitting on the porch in the sun. It's like another world. There is plans to develop Garston in the next year, I hope it doesn't because it would really ruin that quiet atmosphere.
We headed down there on Friday night and just laxed out.
It was great to sleep in but if there's one thing I've learned in Garston is that it's fine to sleep in but once you're awake you had better get dressed because someone will always stop by for a cuppa and I always get caught in my pyjamas.
My aunty and uncle came up on Saturday morning before going down to Riverton for the day.
I took some putiputi (flowers) for my Dad and showed Jo and Kat around the cemetery. Garston cemetery is fascinating, some of the graves are really old. The cemetery is divided into 3 sections, Catholics, Protestants and foreigners in the middle. There are a few chinese graves from the mines in Nokomai. I never knew that the woman buried in with the foreigners was the local prostitute.
My friend, Sally came up for the afternoon with her two boys, Taylor (7 next month), Callum (2 next month). I hadn't seen them since January so it was awesome. The boys have got so tall. We got ice creams (never buy ice creams from the Garston pub unless you're prepared to pay $4.50 for a double scoop, thankfully Sally isn't afraid to complain so we only paid $2.50) and took the boys to the school.
It was a really hot day and we all got burnt. I had driven with Sally and the boys round to the school while Kat and Jo walked over the hill. Sally went home and I walked her to her car. When I turned around I couldn't find Jo and Kat. I thought they had walked home without me but I found them in the school pool, sneaky monkeys had climbed the fence. But it was so refreshing, and very daring, I'm not usually into acts of delinquincy, I'm too much of a wuss.
It was good to see my cousin, Jane and her little boy, Quinn who is one of the most beautiful children you've ever seen. Here is a photo my sister took in April (I think):
We cranked up the bbq for tea and we headed to Kingston to get a real ice cream for dessert.
Kat and I did some bush bashing. I took the girls up the hill behind the house to admire the view. Jo gets hay fever and all the broom bushes were too much for her, she headed back down the road. Kat and I decided to go find this rock I used to spend long hours sitting on, admiring the view, thinking amongst all the broom with no luck. Instead of going back the way we came she suggested going right down the middle. It was hilarious, the bushes were taller than Kat most of the time, we laughed our heads off the whole way down. By the time we got down we had bits of sticks and flowers all through our hair and clothes.
We had a few visitors on Sunday. My mum and youngest sister, Olivia came up for lunch plus we had visits from a few of the locals.
We stopped by the family farm before we left and showed Kat around Naylor cottage (the house where my dad grew up till he was about five, built by my great great grandfather I think). Uncle John had been fishing so we got some blue cod to take home.
We drove home through central Otago. Guess who was in the driver's seat from Lawrence to Mosgiel? Yes, me! I managed corners and some gears (mental note: you cannot go from 1st to 4th, it does not work) and I negotiated my first intersection, first I stalled, restarted then bunny-hopped my way through. I was so proud of myself and turn out to be somewhat of a speed demon, anything less than 7o is just a let down and 110 really sneaks up on you. :-)
I need to get away more often!
Music: Fiona Pear - Cacuts Sky (Album: Fiona Pear - Los Sayas)
We headed down there on Friday night and just laxed out.
It was great to sleep in but if there's one thing I've learned in Garston is that it's fine to sleep in but once you're awake you had better get dressed because someone will always stop by for a cuppa and I always get caught in my pyjamas.
My aunty and uncle came up on Saturday morning before going down to Riverton for the day.
I took some putiputi (flowers) for my Dad and showed Jo and Kat around the cemetery. Garston cemetery is fascinating, some of the graves are really old. The cemetery is divided into 3 sections, Catholics, Protestants and foreigners in the middle. There are a few chinese graves from the mines in Nokomai. I never knew that the woman buried in with the foreigners was the local prostitute.
My friend, Sally came up for the afternoon with her two boys, Taylor (7 next month), Callum (2 next month). I hadn't seen them since January so it was awesome. The boys have got so tall. We got ice creams (never buy ice creams from the Garston pub unless you're prepared to pay $4.50 for a double scoop, thankfully Sally isn't afraid to complain so we only paid $2.50) and took the boys to the school.
It was a really hot day and we all got burnt. I had driven with Sally and the boys round to the school while Kat and Jo walked over the hill. Sally went home and I walked her to her car. When I turned around I couldn't find Jo and Kat. I thought they had walked home without me but I found them in the school pool, sneaky monkeys had climbed the fence. But it was so refreshing, and very daring, I'm not usually into acts of delinquincy, I'm too much of a wuss.
It was good to see my cousin, Jane and her little boy, Quinn who is one of the most beautiful children you've ever seen. Here is a photo my sister took in April (I think):
We cranked up the bbq for tea and we headed to Kingston to get a real ice cream for dessert.Kat and I did some bush bashing. I took the girls up the hill behind the house to admire the view. Jo gets hay fever and all the broom bushes were too much for her, she headed back down the road. Kat and I decided to go find this rock I used to spend long hours sitting on, admiring the view, thinking amongst all the broom with no luck. Instead of going back the way we came she suggested going right down the middle. It was hilarious, the bushes were taller than Kat most of the time, we laughed our heads off the whole way down. By the time we got down we had bits of sticks and flowers all through our hair and clothes.
We had a few visitors on Sunday. My mum and youngest sister, Olivia came up for lunch plus we had visits from a few of the locals.
We stopped by the family farm before we left and showed Kat around Naylor cottage (the house where my dad grew up till he was about five, built by my great great grandfather I think). Uncle John had been fishing so we got some blue cod to take home.
We drove home through central Otago. Guess who was in the driver's seat from Lawrence to Mosgiel? Yes, me! I managed corners and some gears (mental note: you cannot go from 1st to 4th, it does not work) and I negotiated my first intersection, first I stalled, restarted then bunny-hopped my way through. I was so proud of myself and turn out to be somewhat of a speed demon, anything less than 7o is just a let down and 110 really sneaks up on you. :-)
I need to get away more often!
Music: Fiona Pear - Cacuts Sky (Album: Fiona Pear - Los Sayas)
posted by Sarah N at 12:34 PM
3 Comments:
waaaaaaah, I still need to get my learner's licence! well done to you!!
I remember steering Joanna's car from the passenger seat at 110kph for a while en route to Queenstown. I'm surprised I'm still here to tell the tale!
I do believe I know which supermarket it was!
Yeah driving with Jo was always an experience. I remember when we drove up to Chch when she left Dunedin and the hatch-back flew open as we were coming into Oamaru. :-)
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