Roadie to Reality

While the restless kiwis are exploring the far ends of New Zealand, a gentle reminder that paradise is just a stones throw away.

This restless kiwi has the weekend off, packed a bag, a box of Speights, emptied the fridge and jumped in the car and headed north….10ks over the hill and back to Waiwera for the weekend in my bach at the beach.

An evening of catching up with Dan and Jax and Steph, home made hamburgers and no TV! A Sleep in was planned but the body clock decided otherwise. Wide awake at 6am and not to waste a minute of my temporary freedom I lept out of bed to catch the sunrise.

Coffee in hand, takeaway cup courtesy of my Texas family…I climbed the gate and took us (my absent friends) to the beach to catch the suns first peep of what promises to be a glorious spring day!

The suns fingers reaching out to my toes as I sit on the sea wall sipping my coffee, birds calling, sea slapping on the sand and no humans! A cool sea breeze completing the morning wake up call.

Our little church catching the first rays

And the bench seat waiting for the old man that comes every day (with his walking frame) and sits there and reads his book for an hour or so.

Gate still locked, so another climb over the gate to sit in the sun (now streaming in my bach) and finish my still hot coffee!

My self managing garden looking pretty happy with the spring weather.

Appreciation of this magical place is compounded by absence. Covid enforced or circumstances enforced, but when one gets a moment and can return, it lifts the soul and warms the heart.

A friendly face, a smile and wave, the quacking ducks chirping birds and the sound waves of a seaside village, only 10 minutes out of suburbia, makes us realise that all is not lost! And then there comes a bus, empty as usual but routinely on the hour. Its going to be a great day in my happy place.