Treasure hunting at Owenga Beach, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)
Aldous Harding is my fave. Watching her play at Blue Smoke in February was one of those rare occasions where I felt like I'd experienced something potent and precious - like seeing a fantail in the trees above your head moments before it darts away somewhere out of sight. I won't attempt to describe the music itself; it'd be almost as bad as that there simile (sorry team, its been a day). Her second album Party comes out in May.
In which we walk the shores of this little island.
Tired. Grateful. Nourished. Hopeful.
Haere ra, 2016.
I'm writing again. (But who wants to see pictures of notebook scrawlings and scrunched up pieces of paper? In lieu of those, I give you a winter sunset and my attempt at capturing the elusive grey/purple/redness of the sky here). This place is equal parts hard and healing and has prompted me to pick up my pen again to try and write it out.
Waitangi weekend. Ocean Mail Beach, Chatham Island.
"for whatever we loose (like a you or a me), it is always ourselves we find in the sea"
“Nights and days came and passed
And summer and winter
and the rain
And it was good to be a little Island.
A part of the world
and a world of its own
All surrounded by the bright blue sea.”
Margaret Wise Brown The Little Island
Took a drive out to Wharekauri today. I tried to capture the vast expanse of sweeping cloud and the meeting of the sky and ocean blues.
We passed by Mt Chudleigh Reserve on the way (see top of map); we plan to climb to the top sometime this year.
(Our place is just outside the main town settlement, Waitangi, on the road that leads to Owenga.) (Map c/o Te Ara NZ Encyclopaedia)
So this is home now.
We left Otautahi on Tuesday in the afternoon drizzle. Two hours later, one sleepy boy, two jaded parents, three bags packed to the brim, and an assortment of small-human paraphernalia arrived on Chatham Island to a warm sea breeze and a pair of smiling grandparents - and the realisation that after months of planning, packing, and waiting, we had made it. The rest of our worldly possessions (read: tools, books, and the all-important brewing gear) come in on the ship in a couple of weeks so we are settling in with what we have and getting to know our new home in the meantime.
We took our first whanau trip to Waitangi Wharf yesterday. I stood at the edge and thought of Lyttelton Harbour and the friends we've left behind. But there are adventures to be had and stories to be told outside of the familiar; this special place will provide us with both (and so much more I'm sure).
To new beginnings.
Bits and pieces as we pack up no.53 and prepare for the next adventure. Not long to go now.