Even Rangitoto has a reflection today! |
If I was not the person I am, this morning’s run-in with the GOM would have bothered me ... but it didn’t. Once again we called 111 and reported him. His behaviour and language wasn’t as abusive as it has been in the past but, as Gareth reminded me, the police did say we should report any further contact with him. Their hands are tied unless we all band together and report any incident, however trivial. Luckily for the GOM, we were able to give them his car registration number .... hmmmmm.
Autumn has been magnificent so far ... a welcome change from the dismal virtually non-existent summer we had. Whilst the days start and end with a definite nip in them, the skies have in the main been clear and blue and full of sunshine ... right up my alley!
Indy and the zinger |
There are few voices as the sun rises ... even the bird calls are muted, almost whispered ... there’s a reverence to the sun rising that isn’t there when it sets.
The angle of the sun as it climbs into the sky is casting the most amazing reflections when it’s low tide. The ocean is like a sheet of glass ... hardly a ripple
breaks the surface ... until the hound shatters the tranquility of it all as she chases down her ball! Even the gulls seem aware of the serenity of it all ... they tiptoe carefully through the water until the hound’s antics force them to take to the skies.
A gorgeous Indy! |
A "muddy" hound ... the tide's out .... |
The hound really enjoys Julia and Indy joining us on our rambles - not only does she have a partner-in-crime for the occasional recital the two of them perform - but she also gets to try out all these marvelous toys that Julia buys for Indy. She loved the zinger that Julia bought to the beach yesterday. Indy was supposed to chase it and spend more time in the waves but Indy DOESN'T do 'chase' - he reckons my hound does that well enough - why should he bother.
The ball becomes surplus to requirements, until we say goodbye to Julia and Indy that is, and then she wants her rugby ball kicked again.
Carol and I could have sat on the bench at the beach all day today - it was just so magnificent. The hound was happy to bury and unbury her ball in the sand .... with the
occasional foray into the waves to cool off. I don’t have the luxury of sitting on the beach all day though - much as I enjoy, and benefit hugely from my daily meanders, there’s work to be done.
I think so much when I walk ... ideas pop in and out of my head .... sometimes I just can’t wait to get home and put pen to paper and see where they go That’s the beauty of these everyday meanders ... they allow the mind to wander at will ... head into uncharted territory ... and that’s where the gems are. That’s where the ideas put root and grow ... and follow their own course ... with OR without me!
The lone heron |
Harry, with the hound's ball. |
Gorgeous reflections. |
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