05 February 2015

The younger children were shouted to an outing at Whiti Farm Park as their Christmas present from grandparents.

[I love it when they get to experience something instead of stockpile stuff; and make a memory with people they love.]

The trip up the east side of the Coromandel Peninsula was not pleasant with kilometres of narrow, winding, undulating roads but once there the party of six spent 5.5 hours rambling over the park and having a picnic.

It's not the sort of manicured lawns, stick-to-the-path type of place at all though. It appears to have haphazardly grown out of randomly placed farm machinery and the acquisition of various animals to house.  There is no circuit or loop to follow, you just have to keep up with the younger members who will be darting here and there.

You begin at the bottom of the hill/valley and make your way up to the deer at the top, seeing (o)possum, cockatiel, sheep, pigs & a wild boar, ostriches, turkeys, llamas, a magpie, lorikeets, dogs, alpacas, cows, rabbits, emus, roosters, bantams & chickens, a wallaby, goats, turtles, an African grey parrot, pheasants, chinchillas, an Australian blue-tongued lizard, geese, donkeys, and ducks on the way.  They breed La Perm cats too.


Here are some of the faces of Whiti...












La Perm kitten


Castor got to bottle feed a piglet






A hay barn where you can picnic, bbq, and play in the hay


The turkey saying good-bye



Remember to check out the corrugated toilet block while you are there too - you might just find yourself sitting on an animal too.

29 January 2015


Atlas shot this footage while we were in the Coromandel and I couldn't help but try to overlay some music to it so I could share it with you.  I hope you enjoy it.

[He didn't come out intending to shoot a video and you can probably tell from the elementary graphics and effects that it is my first time editing, right?!]


We've only watched the sunrise as a family a very few times - all while we have been away from home.  

I can see how if you are in a mobile home without black-out curtains, you would be up earlier in the morning anyway, so perhaps we may see more sunrises (and sunsets) on the road.


Here are a few other still images:







How can we learn to see and appreciate the sunrise, beyond the metaphorical, as an opportunity to start afresh each day?

04 December 2014

An incredibly talented artist in residence outside the function centre


There was no doubt that a lot of planning and money went into making the Havelock North Carnival BIG last Saturday.

It was big on stalls, big on music, big on bouncy castles, photographers and fire engines.

There is nothing wrong with that unless you are a young child, mind auditory overload or value your privacy.


Vega and I snuck into an op shop or two and that was a welcome break from the noise and crowds.  She even bought a flowing white dress which was rather a deviation from her regular style.  I am sure she will change it somehow though!


The boys liked clambering in and through the fire trucks as always, and Kita took a shine to a random scissor lift left at the roundabout (probably for the $1000 cash drop which we definitely weren't staying for).  They didn't get to jump on either bouncy castle though as waiting times, locations and logistics didn't make it easily possible.


The day was fine but windy which saw several stall-holders and buskers literally having to hold onto their wares.

Most visibly the silk artists who were hanging onto billowing fabric suspended metres above the ground, from a tripod strung together by wire running from each leg across the grass.


While this may be a fun, family day out for some, I feel it would better suit older independent teens and adults who could venture forth wherever they pleased at their leisure.  With children in tow you simply don't have the opportunity to really look at what was on sale; and the poor wee tikes get so bored being dragged from one stand to the next.  


What I found the most fascinating were all the various art and craft groups at the Function Centre who were showing us how it was done, not just trying to sell us something.  Potters, quilters, felters, painters, weavers etc.  I could have happily sat and watched the painter (above) complete the piece he had started.


One of several silk artists who braved the winds

Hawke's Bay