Last day of the month and so my last handstand. Well, I’m sure it won’t be my last forever as there are plenty more trigs to find. It’s also been quite fun finding different places to do handstands (and the looks on people’s faces can be quite amusing too). I’ve got to the age where I have no shame; I’m old enough and daft enough to turn upside down in most places! I missed the first few days so only 24 photos!
Typical Monday. Weekend over, back to work. I’ve been watching this artichoke go to seed over the weeks. The seed heads are so golden and I just spotted them being blown away in the light breeze as the light caught them and they glistened as they flew.
Oxfam trailwalk has snook up on us – only 4 weeks to go! Hill training today at Pukemokmoke…
The Boss. Say no more! Just brilliant. 32 years since I last saw him in Roundhay Park in Leeds and he still puts on an amazing show.
Would have been my Mum’s 88th birthday today. 34 years since she died tomorrow. I prefer to think of her birthday than her death day so today’s photo is dedicated to my Mum. Scary to think I am now older than she was in my memories. Love you Mum. Xxx
Summer is back! So hot today and not a breath of wind.
Handstand by Tongue of the Dog.
Not such an inspiring start to the day today but a brisk walk along the river isn’t too bad!
Tonks was quite demanding and friendly today!
A beautiful way to start the day! A swim in Lake Tikitapu. Couldn’t believe how warm it was! Renee and I swam out to the pontoon, did a few dives, (and a handstand on the pontoon!) and marvelled at how clear the water was. To top it all off we were given a free coffee from the coffee cart! Yayy!
Morning working at home then off to Rotorua for Whānau hui tomorrow. Worked in the Airbnb accommodation for a couple of hours before escaping for a walk around Tikitapu with Renée, followed by a quick dip. Found a place along the shoreline to do a handstand – another stunning backdrop. It was hot and humid but the smell of the forest is so refreshing. Plenty of birdsong and the cicadas were almost deafening.
Too wet for our planned walk so we diverted to Wairongomai to find trails. I am fascinated by the way that nature reclaims spaces that were ravaged by industrial engineering. Less than a hundred and fifty years later only remnants of the goldrush of New Zealand are half buried in the beautiful bush. Leaving us to marvel at the labour that must have gone into exploring the land and extracting the gold.
We climbed two ‘inclines’ – Butler’s and May which were originally the tramway up which heavy iron and wood carts were hauled and lowered full of what had been extracted from the mines.
Today’s photo shows the winding gear at the top of Butler’s Incline.
