The unknown

Today was the last day of the existence of the company known as New Zealand Wheelbarrows: the company that I work for. Tomorrow I’m working for a new company, but I don’t know how long for. The company that’s bought New Zealand Wheelbarrows is going to continue employing us in the short term, but after that, when they move everything to another town, it’s the great unknown.

So I’m going to step into that great unknown and write a novel. I’m not going to tell anyone what about, but I hope that I find it as easy to write, and people find it as easy to enjoy, as my previous Thunderbirds fan fiction writings. And that’s all I’m going to say.

Aside from: Happy Thunderbirds Day.

Thunderbirds day

Advertisements
Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Home again

1 September 2019

I’m sitting here in the New Plymouth’s not-so international airport. It’s basically one building, that’s almost one room, but it does the job. The bad part is that it means that we’re about to leave New Plymouth. In about 2.5 hours. We got here early enough so that we didn’t have to panic and could have lunch in the café here. I wonder if Jim Hickey still owns it.

I got woken up at 3am with D.C. trying to find the light switch to the bathroom. I asked her if she was okay, but I don’t think she heard me. Next thing I heard was a bang. So I put my slippers on and went to see if she was okay. She was sitting on the floor of the shower. Being half asleep, coupled with not being able to find the lights, coupled with the slope oof the floor meant that she lost her balance. She was fine, but had bumped her head on the fold down seat, which had folded down when she fell. Once she was back on her feet, I left her to it.

And then had to use the facilities myself. And couldn’t really get back to sleep.

I woke up again at 6.30 and stayed in bed until 6.50 when I got up and had a shower, leaving D.C sitting up in bed, dozing. She was reading when I’d finished the shower. She then went and had a shower of her own, and I packed away my PJs. I then looked out the window, looking south.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. So I grabbed my camera, Kally, hat and gloves (it was warm enough to not worry about a jacket, but I thought it could be chilly on top of the hill), told D.C. that I was heading back up Marsland Hill, and took off.

It was warmer than yesterday, which I think must have been the coldest day we’d had so far, and I hardly saw anyone. Of course, I had to get photos of the White Hart Hotel…

Then I got to where you turn off Robe Street and take the path up Marsland Hill. Somewhere around here, if the clouds were willing, it was possible to get to see the first glimpse of Mt Taranaki. But I couldn’t see it for that roof in the way…

It wasn’t a roof.

It was something else conical shaped.

resized_IMG_1909 (2)

So I pounded up the hill and emerged at the top of the path.

Not a cloud.

I’d told myself that I’d only take one photograph and then return to the motel…

Yeah. Right.

I was also only going to stay at the top of the hill, and not go behind the observatory again, but, obviously, I didn’t stick to that resolution either. But I didn’t take Kally out of her bear bag, so she had to enjoy the view from my belt.

I was going to walk back down, but decided to read about the Carillion. I then stopped the name Bernard Aris. Now Bernard Aris (we haven’t worked out how to pronounce his last name) was a painter and Uncle Fred has a painting of his. He also designed a book plate for Uncle Fred. I discovered, as I read, that he’d also been the patron of the New Plymouth Observatory, and that there was a seat dedicated to him.

I had to find that seat. It was the one that Kally had toppled over on yesterday. I haven’t downloaded today’s photos of the seat yet as the computer decided not to let me do it – possibly because it’s run out of hard drive space. I’m going to have to have a major clean out when I get home. Starting with all the photos of this trip.

I walked back down the hill, with a detour to get a photo of the grave of the bloke who’d been friends with Keats. The return journey (also with more photos of the White Hart) took me:

943 steps, 0.61km, 8 minutes, I burned 36 kcal, 12’45” average pace, and my heartrate was 199bpm.

I made it back just as D.C. had started her breakfast. She’s got a big red mark down her back, which she wasn’t aware of until I photographed it, that looks like it’s the result of last night’s mishap. She also managed to split her thumbnail about 5mm vertically.

We had breakfast (including some left over Turkish garlic bread and baklava) and finished packing up and checking everywhere.

With nothing else to do, and the shuttle (Scott’s Shuttle!) coming to pick us up just after 10, we checked in our key and the review of the motel. (Lower the cupboards and the microwave bay so that shorties can reach them and you’re not cooking your head; and have an extra towel rail in the bathroom, so that one towel isn’t hanging over the top of the other person’s.)

We then decided to go an sit in the sun. It was a chance to dry the toes of my shoes. They got wet walking through the grass on Marsland Hill. I had dried them with the hairdryer, but not totally. We had a chat with a gentleman who’d come out to enjoy a mandarin and then the shuttle arrived with Ian at the wheel again.

There was already a lady on board, sitting behind the driver’s seat, so I sat behind D.C. (who scored the front seat) for what was an easy trip to the airport. We’re still trying to work out why the sign at the end of the road, on the state highway, points to New Plymouth in one direction and Hamilton in the other.

We checked our suitcases in and got our boarding passes, and then read and wrote until 11.40. Then we had lunch – D.C. a beef and mushroom pie, me a roast vegetable and feta frittata. And, of course, we both had hot chocolates. We’ll have to stop this. The Chaos Café had an old set of scales in their ladies’ restroom so I got onto them. Fortunately, I didn’t need to use the penny hanging on my camera strap as a tripod unscrewer. Unfortunately, it told me that I was 8st 7lb. I had to put that into the converter on my tablet to work out what that was in metric. D.C. was 10 & a half stone. Of course, this was with our clothes on… and before having an Aztec hot chocolate and a Santé bar.

It’s really clouded over now, so I think I was lucky to see Mt Taranaki this morning. There were no clouds around it, just around the older extinct volcanoes.

One thing that I learnt at Puke Ariki, (that I had already seen on YouTube), is that Mt Taranaki is the latest in a range of volcanic eruptions (the Sugarloaf islands and Paritutu Rock are the remains of very early volcanic cones). The vent would erupt, form a mountain, and then collapse before, millennia later, the next eruption would occur. What I want to know is: how long did the collapses take – instantaneous, or over centuries? Also, why is everyone worried about Mt Taranaki erupting again (it’s overdue) and not collapsing? I must email Geonet and ask.

I’m sitting here in the window of the café in the New Plymouth airport at 12.25pm, and I think I’ve written everything I planned to. See you this evening…

2.50pm

… Right, so we’re now at Auckland Airport. It was a good flight, left about ten minutes late, but that’s nothing. The take off was point the nose at the sky and let rip, but the landing was smooth.

We spent part of the time in New Plymouth Airport talking to the lady we’d shared the shuttle with. She’s off to Oz to spend a month with her friend.

Opposite us in the airport and the aeroplane was a mother with her baby. We now know how they restrain babies. They have their own safety harness, with the same buckle arrangement as everyone else, but which has an attached loop that goes through mum’s safety harness. It was a very well behaved baby, as mum had sense to breast feed it throughout the flight – keeping it occupied and sucking to prevent pressure build up. It was probably a little unnerving for the man, a stranger, next to her, but better than a bawling baby in your ear.

We were the last ones off the aeroplane, which mean I was able to snap some quick photos of the craft – once I was off the tarmac.

Our bags were almost the first onto the conveyor belt, so I left D.C. minding our luggage and went and grabbed them both. Then we found another place to sit, somewhere a little less hectic, and sat and read (and wrote) for half an hour…

4.32pm

… In Denny’s in Auckland, waiting for something to eat before we head over the road to catch the bus at 6.00pm. This isn’t as flash as some of the places we’ve been eating, but it’s edible… Except that we just find something that we like, and they discontinue it.

10.04pm

… It was a good trip home. I listened to RNZ’s Kakapo Diaries podcasts about this year’s bumper breeding season of New Zealand’s “Owl Parrot”. I’m learning a lot of interesting stuff about Kakapo sex. As there were only 147 adults at the beginning of the season, clearly they weren’t getting enough. Now there are over 200 adults and I hope that number continues to grow.

We walked home from the bus stop at the i-SITE, and entered the house. The first thing I had to do was turn off the security alarm.

Do you think I could do this? I entered the code over and over again. I used the alarm key to turn it off over and over again. And it would not turn off. So we ended up that I kept the alarm key with me and wandered through the house, waving at all the sensors, until the alarm finally went off and I turned it off.

Highly effective, isn’t it?

It was while we were doing this wander that we realised that the door from the room that’s the entrance to the house through to the next was wide open. I had made a point of shutting it before we left last Saturday. Also my bedroom door was wide open – more open than I would open it if I were in there. And, last week, I’d also made a point of wandering through the house to ensure that every door was tightly closed.

We’ve often thought that we had a ghost, but “Humphry” tends to take red objects, not leave doors open.

Our house is old and wooden, so we always, not only close all doors as fire/smoke breaks, but unplug all electrical appliances and ensure that everything is turned off – including the powered fibre telephone/Internet connection.

Concerned about the doors, I plugged the phone back in and rang our neighbours. The security company had just been ringing them because they couldn’t get us. (Because the phone was unplugged.) They’d also been called by the security company last Sunday evening at 11pm. Right before the VOLUNTEER fire brigade was called out. Our neighbours, being rightly unwilling to wander through our house when there could be a fire or something else, let the fire brigade use our keys to check that all was well. (Unfortunately, they left the two doors open.)

So I’ve spent the evening writing an angry email to Chubb demanding that they attempt to fix this system AGAIN (they’ve been back several times); and that if they can’t, they do something that won’t cost us money. I should have been free to upload photographs instead.

And no, it wasn’t insect activity that had set off the smoke alarm. I’d dusted the entire area around the problematic sensor an hour before we left on the Saturday. Then I sprayed the duster with fly spray and dusted again. Then I carried a daddy-longlegs spider outside. There was no way that insect/spider activity should set the alarm off 36 hours after that.

Anyway, as a last point of interested. Today I travelled hundreds of kilometres… and only walked 7344 steps – most of those up a hill to see a mountain.

See you next time. Whenever that is.

When I upload the rest of the photos, I guess.

FAB

🙂

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

This morning…

resized_IMG_1921

Quote | Posted on by | Leave a comment

Guess what…

It exists!

31 August 2019

Last day of our holiday. Who knows when we’ll get another?

We didn’t really have anything planned today.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We walked down to Puke Ariki and I felt something fall onto my shoulder. Looking down I could see a bit of plaster that had fallen off a building that was being done up. (But not the area where the plaster had come from.

I was lucky it wasn’t bigger, heavier, or hit me on the head.

As it’s the weekend, we thought that we’d get the chance to check out Richmond House. It was due to open at 11pm and we were there about 10.30, so we went into Puke Ariki – and had our photos taken and a chat with “the Queen”, who was still wandering around. (Today was the children’s party to celebrate the 100 years.)

resized_IMG_1731 (2)

D.C., “Lizzy”, Charles the corgi, Sereena, Kally. The photographer was a professional who used my camera. I joked that it would be the best photo ever taken on it and he admitted that he’d put it onto Automatic to be safe.

We went out to Richmond House and it still wasn’t open. So we went back into Puke Ariki (it’s in the grounds. It was originally called Beach House, but when someone bought the land and wanted to knock it down, the locals made a hue and cry and it was shifted to the land next to the museum. It’s only open weekends and public holidays – except for this one because of the 100-years.

So we thought we’d check out the virtual reality in Puke Ariki. It wasn’t going because of the mass of people who were there today.

So we went to the i-SITE and asked what there was to do within walking distance. They suggested hiring a couple of electric bicycles. To my surprise, D.C. was quite keen on the idea, so we walked up to the shop and hired a couple of bikes ($30 each). The problem came when D.C. tried to get on.

resized_IMG_1723 (2)

The lady tried to make the seat as low as possible, and I could just mount mine, but D.C. just wasn’t comfortable not having a good grip on the road with her feet. She was also concerned that all our walking had hurt her knee and she didn’t want to put extra strain on it. So we got my $60 back. I don’t think the lady was that impressed.

We decided to head back to Chaos Café just for an Aztec hot chocolate each (and a Whittaker’s Santé bar), but ended up sharing a muffin as well. This lady was pleased to see us… Again.

resized_IMG_1728 (2)

Back to the i-SITE for further suggestions, and they suggested the coastal walkway. So we did a gentle stroll in the opposite direction to last time. (With a few minor spits.) We got as far as the Aquatic Centre and had a cheese, pineapple, and onion toasted sandwich each. Which looked very nice on the wooden platter with the little bowl of chutney. The food at the Rock Pool Café was tasty and cheap.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Back along the walkway to Puke Ariki, in the hope that we’d score some of the birthday cake. I think the multitude of kids had eaten it.

We then went back to the room and relaxed for the next few hours. I should have been sorting out my blog, but I couldn’t be bothered, so I read a few chapters of my latest story I’m uploading to Fanfiction.net and did some proofing.

I’d just decided that I needed to get with my blog, when I remembered that the i-SITE had a web cam shot of Mt Taranaki. What was it like now? So I checked all the ones I could find and it was relatively clear.

I made a decision

Leaving D.C. relaxing on the bed reading about David Suchet and Hercule Poirot, I took off for Marsland Hill.

Typical. Although I could see the nearby Kaitake and Pouakai (I think. They’re older volcanoes.), I couldn’t see Mt Taranaki’s peak. So I had a wander around (as I was doing so my tracker told me I’d done 10,000 steps), and had a chat to an Australian man, who’s currently working in Hamilton and was in Thames last week, who was also hoping to get a photo of the mountain. As it wasn’t coming to the party yet, but could do, he was going to drive out to Te Rewa Rewa bridge and (hopefully) score some pictures there.

He was just leaving when I saw a spot of intense white in the cloud above the mountain. Then as I watched…

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I wondered if I’d get a better view behind the observatory…

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

There was an opening in the fence behind the observatory, and it had clearly been used many times as a walkway, and no one appeared to have made any attempts to close it, so I went back there and got a better view.

resized_IMG_1803 (2)

It was after I took this photo, that Kally fell backwards onto the other side of the fence.

While I was there I could hear some tinkly music behind me. (Which reminds me of Grandpa, who liked “the tinkley music” of the St Trinan’s series of films.) I couldn’t work out what it was… I didn’t think it was my cell phone. And then I clicked. The carillion was on the hill behind me, and it was playing a tune. The only time I’d heard it.

Kally fell over after I took this photo too. But didn’t fall off.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I would have liked to have stayed longer, but though it was close to an hour and D.C. could have been getting worried – especially when sirens started screeching along the street.

But it did mean that I missed out on the “golden hour” colouring the peak. But I did get it colouring the Govett-Brewster and White Hart Hotel.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I checked when I got back and I had done 3191 steps, 2.04km, been gone for 69 minutes, used 115 kcal, 34’05”, and my heartrate was100bpm, which probably wasn’t a surprise when I charged up the hill. It didn’t make for steady cameraship.

But, as I’d found a spot at the bottom of the hill where you could see the summit, I convinced D.C. to come back with me. I made it to the top again, a long time before she did, but she still got to see most of Mount Taranaki. Even if it was getting dark.

It was a good evening, we saw Mt Taranaki, we could hear Tui, and we could smell jonquils, irises, freesias, and daffodils. It was almost a complete sensory experience. The taste came later.

We weren’t sure what to have for tea. I would have been happy to have gone to Café Turquoise again, but D.C. wanted something not exotic. So we found the Marinovich’s Seafood Restaurant. Nothing really appealed to me, but I had the crumbed chicken with aioli and sweet chilli sauce entrée and two side dishes – seasonal roasted vegetables and baked potato with garlic butter. It was very delicious. (The cook even came out to check if I wanted garlic or rosemary and garlic. I said so long as it had garlic…) D.C. had the entrée crumbed scallops and roasted vegetables. She enjoyed that too. The desserts looked very tasty (we were eyeing up the table next to us), but decided against it.

So we came back and I packed my bag.

I did a total of 15,342 steps today. A record!

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

A Topp Day

30 August 2019

Isn’t funny how when you do two totally dissimilar things in one day, it feels like the first thing was done days earlier? Like this morning we were picked up at 9.00am by Ian of Taranaki Tours’ Toyota mini bus. This was nearly as good as FAB1 as Ian could control, not only the windows from the driver’s seat, but also the doors. What was also good was that we were the only ones on the tour. He had had someone else booked in, but they got a cold overnight and had called their booking off. This meant that D.C. had the front seat and I had the central seat behind so we were both able to see straight ahead.

The weather was threatening rain today, but that largely held off – except when approaching Mount Taranaki, but that was later on in the piece. The tour usually included the Wind Wand, the Brooklands Bowl and the Gables, and Marsland Hill, but as we’d been there yesterday with Jenny (Ian had seen us) he skipped those locations.

resized_IMG_1612 (2)

Someone has a sense of humour

Instead we went to the port, and saw the swimming pool complex (most vehemently opposed by the older members of the community, most frequently used by the older members of the community) and the port with the chimney and the breakwaters. Then it was to other points of interest, like the views over the city, driving through the various housing styles and prices, and out to Te Rewa Rewa Bridge, which we hadn’t seen before. Its style is based on a breaking wave.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

And, if you’re lucky, a view of Mt Taranaki. We weren’t lucky.

We did get out here for a short walk and a chance to get some photos. Most of the rest of the tour was spent in the bus.

From there we were heading out to the DoC North Egmont Visitor Centre, when Ian asked if we wanted to see Uncle Fred’s house at Sentry Hill. So we went the “long way” to Mt Taranaki stopping off at the truck stop. I recognise the exterior, but the interior has majorly been renovated.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Still, they had a cat, which Uncle Fred would have approved of.

resized_IMG_1641 (2)

He would approve

The mountain still wasn’t playing ball when we got to the visitor centre. But we did get to see this…

resized_IMG_1651 (2)

Snow!

The temperature dropped about seven degrees between where we left sea level and the 950m (if I remember correctly – my ears and the pressure they were under could probably tell you) North Egmont Visitor Centre. It also started to rain. Not heavily – the Toyota didn’t have automatic windscreen wipers, but enough to shove Kally into my pocket.

Following that all too short visit, (and having passed the Volca No View Restaurant) we stopped off at Lake Mangamahoe, where we could have also got a spectacular view of Mt Taranaki – if it played ball. Which it didn’t.

But we did see a mallard(?) drake with a fluffy pom-pom topknot. So I asked if I could get photos – of the duck, not the lake – which was man made and has a dam at the end.

From there it was back into town, and Ian asked where we wanted to be dropped off. As by this point it was well past midday (when the tour was due to end), I asked if he could recommend a good café.

He dropped us outside the Chaos Café.

Oh, well. It must be good food if both locals recommend it. So, after thanks and a hug goodbye,  D.C. had a salmon cake and I had a chicken, brie, and cranberry filo. I ordered us hot chocolates, but should have asked for the Aztec Hot Chocolate with the chilli and cinnamon. But we still got the Whittaker’s sante bar to stir it with and suck on.

Lunch finished, what were we going to do?

It was slightly rainy, so we headed back to the Bella Vista and offloaded the gear we didn’t need. Then was popped over the road and past the Monica’s Eatery to the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery. D.C. got in for $10, whereas I had to pay $15.

The first exhibit was a large; very, very large; plastic bag, which D.C. automatically touched (it was pretty much hanging in the doorway) and caused a staff member to come running over telling her not to and that if she wanted to touch something, here was a sample of the plastic.

Still don’t know what the plastic bag was supposed to represent.

Like a lot of the exhibits. “What on Earth and why…?”

We did learn that the exterior of the Len Lye Centre is made of concrete cast in Wellington, covered in steel from somewhere overseas – and, if you know the secret, it is possible to look into and out of the gallery through clear panels.

One exhibition space (where Ann Shelton had displayed her Library to Scale artwork and which must have shrunk since 2007 with the number of layers of paint that would be on the walls) had Len Lye and Elizabeth Thomson. Her stuff I could get (once it was explained to me and I got to touch samples of the cast bronze). His…

We were excitedly told that the “Universe” was going to be set in action. So we went down to the exhibition hall where the Universe was in action. Imagine a large hoop of steel. Imagine that hoop being rocked side to side by electromagnets. Imagine something (that reminded me of an apple, but probably wasn’t) dangling above this hoop and occasionally hitting it with a clang. Imagine that it means something.

Yeah. I can’t either. As an example of Newton’s laws of physics, I got it. As a work of art…

Nope.

The shaving brush made out of fine steel rods at least had some aesthetic value.

Elizabeth Thomson’s artwork appeared to be based around nature. One was a serpentine line of individually cast bronze lancewood leaves – each one precisely larger or smaller than the one next to it. Then there was the individually cast school of fish – different species working together as one. One piece I saw as the pores of skin with hairs sticking out – it was actually the hairs on an ant’s head. And there were giant moss spores made out of glass. Once explained, these pieces made sense, and had an aesthetic quality.

Everything else in the place?

We went back to the motel and uploaded my photos of the morning.

Just after 5.00pm I ironed my slacks that have been rolled up in my bag since I packed it and got dressed in the clothes I’d brought with me for tonight. About 6.00pm we went back to Puke Ariki.

We went in and sat down. It was due to start at 7.00pm, and D.C. wanted to ensure that she got a seat. There were only a couple of soft ones for day to day use. We sat to another lady who explained to us that she was undergoing chemo for cancer, and couldn’t stand outside for ¾ hour. One of the staff members went away and checked, and then came back and said we all could stay. So we stayed, hanging onto her coat tails. We had quite an interesting conversation.

Everyone was treated to a free glass of champagne, but I had to buy our orange juice. We didn’t get a ticket for a $500 jewellery voucher either. It didn’t matter. We would only have tomorrow to spend it anyway.

We hadn’t had any dinner so I went outside and got six pork dumplings. D.C. only ate two, so I scoffed the rest.

The event was started by the CEO of Puke Ariki, welcoming and acknowledging everyone. She then said that it was traditional for people to receive a telegram from the Queen on their 100th birthday, but we were better than that. The Queen was here to act as compare.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Down the stairs came a lady in a very regal coat, gloves, tiara, carrying a (soft toy) corgi, and wearing sandshoes. She was entertaining to listen to, attempting to do the posh accent but slipping in the odd word like “loo”.

Then we had the first lot of entertainment. A group that sang songs from the 20s. Mostly jazz style, which I didn’t enjoy, but they did move on to a later period, including “Bring Me Sunshine.”

resized_IMG_1670 (2)

There was a break in performers, during which time a young lady gave a hoola hoop display.

resized_IMG_1680 (2)

Following her was the act everyone had come to see. Some had already met Ken and Ken as they’d wandered around, but now Lizzy introduced two woman who were untouchable. “They are about to come out…” (I said to the lady next to me: “They already have, haven’t they?”

The Topp Twins came out to the strains of Poi E. It’s probably just as well that I can’t upload video to the blog as you had to put up with me beating time to it as I filmed.

resized_IMG_1685 (2)

Slinkies and a black light form the backdrop

resized_IMG_1688 (2)

Camp Mother twirls her imaginary poi as Camp Leader plays the guitar. (The poi had been left at home.)

resized_IMG_1690 (2)

As always expected, the Topp Twins were funny and musical. For those who don’t know them, I once heard New Zealand’s comedy scene as being yodelling, lesbian, harmonica and guitar playing twins. And they are funny. And talented. Check them out on YouTube.

These two did a dance to YMCA.

After the Topp Twins ahd done their set Puke Ariki did the draw for the jewellery vouchers, leaving two very happy ladies, and then they had more jazz style music. We had a look around the museum, said hi to Laura, who was the only person we recognised, and then left. As had a lot of other people after the Topp Twins had performed.

resized_IMG_1702 (2)

We came back home and had a cup of tea.

We only did about 2500 steps today.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

More photos

As I probably won’t have time to write up my blog today, here are today’s photos of our bus tour, the Te Rewarewa bridge, what was originally 55 Gill St and is now a truck stop at Sentry Hill, a cat that Uncle Fred would have approved of, a duck with a pom-pom topknot, and some snow!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Quote | Posted on by | Leave a comment

Lifting its skirts…

resized_IMG_1398 (2)

You’ll never guess what this is!

29 August 2019

One problem with writing up a daily blog. The time it takes to do it. I don’t even know if I’ll get the chance tomorrow. The 100th anniversary of Taranaki Museum/Puke Ariki finishes at 11.00pm. And I’m guessing that the Topp Twins will be the final act.

But still I’m able to get into a nice warm bed. But to plug it in I have to pull the bed out from the wall, get the cable around the side of the bed, plug it in at the head of the bed, switch it on, and make sure it’s at the right setting. And then I have to reverse all that when I want to get into bed.

No sleep interruptions by neighbouring units last night.

But what did we do today?

10.00am we were booked in for a guided walk with Mike Nightingale. Jenny… something showed up. No complaints as in the main she was very good.

About 9.30 it pelted down, so I made a point of wearing my waterproof shoes. They are walking shoes (I wear them to work when it’s raining), but they’re not as comfortable as my Allbirds.

We were the only two on the walk, which always makes for a personalised experience. As was that she had family stories to slip in. Like that the first cow in Taranaki walked all the way here from Wellington. Its name was Jenny. Or that her great-great x? grandfather was in the family home, clinging to his mother’s skirts when one Maori chased another into the house and cleaved his head in to. It was retribution for something, I can’t remember what, but it would have been traumatic for the family.

Some of the things she got slightly wrong – like saying 19## instead of 18##, and she told us that the building on one corner was Art Deco with the flourishes, from 1890 to 1920. The opposite corner was Art Deco with the more stylised features – that was 1920 to 1940. And another corner was a 1960s box. See what’s wrong with this? She meant Art Nouveau from 1890 to 1910. (Wikipedia’s a wonderful thing when you’re looking up things to do with your flapper costume. It’s remembering that information that’s the tricky bit.)

resized_IMG_1386 (2)

Art Nouveau on the other side of the street. Art Deco on this side. And the yellow care is parked where the men’s underground toilets used to be.

But aside from these odd slipups, she was very good to listen to – even though we’ve forgotten most of it.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

When the walk was over, we asked Jenny where she would recommend for lunch. She (literally) pointed out the Chaos Café, so we went there. It was noisy, but the staff were fast, friendly, and cheerful. I ordered a Monsieur Croque for D.C., cheese, pineapple and ham toasted sandwich (when did they become toasties?) for me, a big slice of carrot cake for us both, and two Aztec hot chocolates – which, when they turned up, had a large Whittaker’s sante bar across the mouth of the cup. If there’s one thing that’s better than a marshmallow with a hot chocolate – it’s a large piece of Whittaker’s chocolate. The hot chocolate seemed to be layered – coconut flavouring on top, then afterburner chilli, then cinnamon. Yum.

But why do modern establishments have to have the music so loud that you can’t hear each other – and the staff – talk? That was the one thing wrong with it.

After that we went back to Puke Ariki, left our gear in the same locker, and checked out the settlers/life in Taranaki display that we’d managed to totally miss on Tuesday. Another very good display.

Following that we went across the skybridge to the archives library. I said that we were hoping to check out anything on our relative.

“What is their name?”

“Frederick Burdett Butler”

Laura gave us a guided tour. Starting with the archives room where thousands (no joke) of Uncle Fred’s scrapbooks are kept. Do I need to explain his scrapbooks? Probably. Unless I’ve already done it and I’m too tired to remember.

Oh, well. Here it goes.

Uncle Fred would buy three copies of every newspaper and cut out each article. (Two sides to each paper, remember, so the three copies was to ensure he kept everything.) He would go to sales and buy trunk loads of old books. (Literally.) He would take each book that had no value and cut out every second page. Then each book would be covered with wallpaper (we’ve got some of the sample books that he used at home) and labelled with identifying labels on the spine. Perhaps Egmont – 1st January 1954 to 8th April 1954. Or Weather – 4th February 1956 to 29th August 1956. Or a family name. Or one of the first boats into New Plymouth. Or clubs and organisations. Or… just about anything you could think of. The clippings relating to the heading of each book would then be glued into that book as a reference. This meant that if Uncle Fred, or anyone, wanted to find out… say… what the weather was like on Mt Egmont (Taranaki) on the 5th July 1942, when a certain person got lost climbing the mountain – they could look in the Egmont book for that date, or the weather one, or the one that had information about the “certain person.

As Ann Shelton said: This was his Internet.

Who’s Ann Shelton a nationally recognised photographer who was the artist who photographed all of Uncle Fred’s scrapbooks at Puke Ariki in 2006. This artwork became “A Library to Scale”. And it was to scale. She used a large format camera to take the photos and then had to send the film away to get developed and wait with baited-breath for it to return. http://www.annshelton.com/works/a-library-to-scale-part-1

It was also a virtual library. You’d walk in and think you were in a room with real books. “Oh that looks interesting…” and your hand meets 2D print.

Anyway, Puke Ariki has all of Uncle Fred’s books, aside from the few that we still own. At Puke Ariki they line the entire back wall of the archive and two lots of shelving.

What’s gratifying is that researchers still use them. Uncle Fred would be thrilled.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We then had a look at a “public file” on Uncle Fred and then Laura showed us the display cabinet that houses some of his books and a brief precis about him.

resized_IMG_1435 (2)

It’s good to see him finally get recognised. When he was alive he was regarded as a crazy man who always wore shorts (easier to dry legs than trousers), jandels, and – because he only had quarter sight in one eye (One was poked with an umbrella and the other he was jumped on by a bloke wielding a screwdriver) would, when crossing the road, stick his walking stick out in front of him and march across.

Following that we decided to hunt down the site of where his family home had been until he moved it to Sentry Hill. So here is 55 Gill Street!

resized_IMG_1442 (2)

Because we’re taking a bus tour tomorrow, we went into a chemist and bought some ginger sweets to ward off motion sickness. (Which D.C. was, unusually, less worried about than I was.) I also bought some earplugs for tomorrow night.

We were told by a man, when we were admiring a duck and her duckling (eel food, he said. To which I responded – “Ah, yes. But which is the native?”) that there were a lot of native eels further up that creek outside a café. So this evening we checked them out. There were a lot.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Having photographed them, and dodged a passing shower (the first since this morning’s “downpour”) we went to the coastal walkway to photograph the sunset. I left D.C. by the Len Lye Wind Wand and went a short way along the walkway to a lookout.

The sunset wasn’t as orange as Monday’s, and didn’t reflect off Paritutu nor the chimney, but it was still nice.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Apparently, according to Jenny, the chimney was part of a power station, which had all been pulled down except the chimney – because it was full of asbestos and had become a local icon.

My fitness tracker beeped 10,000 as we walked back to the unit

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

This evening we had dinner in the White Hart Hotel. If you can call it dinner and in the hotel. The “restaurant” – it was more of a drinks and nibbles establishment – was called SNUG and may well have been in the original snug. Or just the bar. We sat on cushioned bench seats around low coffee sized tables and tried to select our platter dishes.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Fortunately, D.C. had brought a torch with her, so we were able to read it. We had “Melon Cooler”: watermelon, lemon and mint to drink. The platters we shared were two fresh steamed (Asian style) buns with sliced BBQ port, mustard greens, and peanuts. (Not sure if the peanuts were there, but it was nice.) Also crumbed kumara and ginger balls. Also very nice. The waitress came over to check we’d got our crumbed kumara and I told her that I should say no so we’d get some more.

Dessert wasn’t on the menu but was banana cooked in spring roll pastry with crystallised caramel and cream. Once again, very nice.

But if they’d asked if I wanted to give them a tip, I would have said “Yes. Turn the music down and the lights up.”

And then it was back to the until to download 143 photos and write this up.

I did 10,845 steps today.

Some of my photos haven’t uploaded, so here’s those that have.

Quote | Posted on by | Leave a comment