On Sunday afternoons I often have an after-lunch nap. After that I usually go for a run/walk with my friend Jane. This last Sunday my wife and I lunched at the airport, took the scenic route back to town and checked out the Habitat house. My nap was a little later than usual and my exercise friend is in Australia, so I was sorely tempted not to do any exercise. At about 5p.m. I got dressed in walking gear, packed up a backpack with raincoat, drink (for both me and the old dog... I should devise a way for him to carry his own drink?) and headed up to the Mt Cargill Organ pipe track. While driving there the rain started. I asked myself, "Why am I doing this? I should just blob out in front of the car racing on TV?" ... but I decided to don my raincoat and carry on up the track.
I am so glad I did! The experience never disappoints me! Every time I walk the track something delights or surprises me. I share some photos of rainbow, flowers (what are they) and scene from the top. Coming down the hill at around 7 p.m. (the dog walks slow) the sun shining through the bush and glistening on the newly washed leaves made every turn in the track a delight.
While I was on the top the latest cruise ship sailed out the heads of Otago Harbour. I am always amused by the passengers on these ships. Hordes of them hit the city streets and wander around looking disgruntled and bored out of their brain. They do not look like happy holiday makers to me. Jean (my wife) and I were talking and we thought I should start a business escorting them for walks up Mount Cargill. Oh well, each to their own, I guess.
I was going to take some time off this week, but already my diary is full of things to do.
3 comments:
The flowers are Clematis Paniculata, a native clematis that would look good along the fence at Ashmore street, or any other location for that matter
You read my blog??? I thought you had better things to do. :-) How do you know such horticultural things? The flowers looked great... there were two different parts of the track where they hung down above you.
I really like the photos. I haven’t been up that side of the big hill for ages.
“Every time I walk the track something delights or surprises me.”
I know what you mean.
“I should devise a way for him to carry his own drink?”
The first thing that comes to mind is one of those little barrels hung around the necks of St Bernard dogs, Hollywood-style… It wouldn’t work for me, as I’d be tempted to fill it with scotch or brandy.
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