Treasure hunting at Owenga Beach, Rēkohu (Chatham Island)
Nga mihi tino nui, Lois and whanau. This place is something special.
In which we walk the shores of this little island.
Tired. Grateful. Nourished. Hopeful.
Haere ra, 2016.
"The glitter of sunlight on roughened water, the glory of the stars, the innocence of morning, the smell of the sea in harbors, the feathery blur and smoky buddings of young boughs, and something there that comes and goes and never can be captured, the thorn of spring the sharp and tongueless cry - these things will always be the same."
Thomas Wolfe - "You Can't Go Home Again"
"Under the greenwood tree / Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note / Unto the sweet bird's throat
Come hither, come hither, come hither
Here he shall see / No enemy
But winter and rough weather"
William Shakespeare As You Like It
The road to Port Hutt.
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)