new friends

The North Island

 We made it, we made it, we made it, We got off safely at the Wellington end And up the hill we drove And found he had a new friend.   But the stay was a very short one And the next day we went north But not before promising “We’ll be back soon” Before we…

passing a ferry

Our own ship

And speaking of ships it was time for us To get onto one of our own, With tickets in hand and Jucy safely stowed On board we were able to roam   On board we were told a story  That since the Kaikoura earthquake The North and South islands were now closer together And the…

bridges

Still going north

We filled the tank along the way Which was quite a novel task As in South Africa you never do this What you do is ask.   We slowed where roads were single lane, And crossed bridges that seemed so high, We found a bench looking over The Sounds And left there with a sigh  …

just the two of us

Onward, ever onward

The roads were fine, the scenery great Though the weather it was not Even so, we found many places of interest And often we would stop And sometimes it was just because We felt like a cup of tea And so we’d stop and smell the roses Just wee tigger and me   If not for…

Belted in

Travels with my best friend

While walking around in Christchurch I found a lost and lonely waif Left homeless and without his family Because of the recent earthquake So I adopted him and off we went On a journey to the north We decided that Jucy Lucy, Would take us ad-venturing forth.   With his seat belt on and map in place We…

We are fine

There’s a monster deep inside Struggling to be free Full of red hot temper, of raging smoke And pent up energy.   And sometimes it rumbles forth With surprise as its best friend. It shudders and shakes, with deadly intent That seemingly has no end.   It renders roads as useless ribbons With cross threads pulled…

For my father

I still have the letters you wrote to me When I was very young Tasking me with helping Mum out While you were in places far flung.   You strove to guide me to perfection Rewriting many lines, But all I heard was “not good enough” Never grasping it at the time.   You threatened…

Clouds

Stormy skies

One of the great delights for me, in both South Africa and Uganda, is the advent of the rains. Or more specifically the lead up to the wet season. I spend a great deal of time observing the sky as it becomes filled with clouds, sometimes a thin spread of cloud layer, other times the sky…

mum

A portrait of my mother

From as far back as I can recall, being a mother was something I had expected to be. It was not exactly something I planned for but was always there in the background as an expectation. Being a stepmother was not something I anticipated. But that is what I became. Call it social conditioning, call it…

Daid

David

Following on from Kerileng (Linky), whose images she and her family really enjoyed, we had an unexpected visit from David. Although not married David and Linky refer to each other as husband and wife, and David is the father of 3 year old Peter. At 23 years old, also not well educated, David has work,…