I’m looking from our Kopu Bridge Looking at the original bridge, the only, still operational swing bridge in NZ. A kids we bounced over that one lane bridge, on our way to a camping holiday in Coromandel. Small car, family of six, summer optimism. Seventy plus years later I’d be riding an E Bike, staring,Continue reading “From 1928 to EBikes”
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Wanderer
Happy wanderer On a bike No traffic threats, no traffic noise. A distant tractor rolling hay wrapped in green plastic. In my day it was a haystack ~ “Dont you go climbing over your uncle’s hay stack, he’ll have to rebuild it. Poor man he’s not getting any younger” The older Uncle got, the moreContinue reading “Wanderer”
Thames, New Zealand.
It’s home, we all speak the same language, a reasonable climate, a small country – we don’t have to travel long distances. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Pause for claws
Delicate, soft but those paws have claws. The Cat’s not mine but is next door’s ‘NotMyCat’ yep, that’s her name But “Come ‘ere!” And along she trots, just the same I like to think the attraction’s me But really, she likes the sun you see Shady, rainy days, a gap Sun comes out, she’s onContinue reading “Pause for claws”
Saturday, Spring
The steps at the end of my street. Saturday morning. Exercise! Once neatly cleared by council But for some time, forgotten Thank you! That dense Very much alive Spring green ~ do plants puff as they get higher?
The Joy of
To hope and hats, today we cling. Ah, the wind, the joy of Spring! Soon summer’s heat – you’ll hear a moan, Just good to know ~ I’m not alone.
Grandpa Club
Over four hundreds years of experience Average age of eighty Five of us. Croaky, happy old mates. “It’s our Grandpa Club,” I tell the kids Each month we’d get into a tizz Scratching for lost recipes Kitchen timers that had gone on leave Each month, well, a few days before, “What am I on thisContinue reading “Grandpa Club”
A Windy and Blustiferous Day
An inside day. I perched myself in my ‘local A small and more intimate place We know each other Easy to chat, enjoy respectable sky larking (One day I shall become a respectable grand father) It’s a good place, the staff are chatty, and, predict what I’m going to order. And next door, through aContinue reading “A Windy and Blustiferous Day”
That Second
That second cup of coffee7.40amSundayJust. So. Good Now, not to face the dayBut enjoy the warmth, things to do, as the sun gets higher.
Today, rain, wind and Sun
Our front porch chairs are there, ‘unsat’Most of the day, most of the weekExcept when used by next doors catShe has a funny purr, more of a squeak Good things take time, she’s now a mateAnd with breakfast, kitchen, clean and doneShe turns up all hopeful, to lick my plateYes, our favourite spot for morningContinue reading “Today, rain, wind and Sun”
