Life overboard

Nation-overboard

To begin with it feels nothing but alien, its spaces clean and bleak and anodyne. Nothing is intuitive or familiarly located; every task requires conscious navigation. I feel weary beyond the physical, as if the sheer newness of everything takes effort to process; as if the energy of rolling with every minor adjustment and improvisation compounds into serious exertion. I’m a stand-up paddleboarder, making the countless tiny corrections just to stay upright that amount to a full-body workout. Continue reading “Life overboard”

A new groove

A-new-groove

“It’s too early to be getting up,” say my sons, dragging themselves out of bed in the 7am dark: these boys who till recently rarely slept past six.

The first week of January comes as a minor shock to us all. Surely we can’t be expected to go back to work and school so soon after Christmas? Continue reading “A new groove”

Crime Line Wanaka

Crime-Line-Wanaka

Well, here’s a big fat cheat of a blog post: not because I’ve run out of things to say (yet), but because sometimes you come across real-life poetry that just has to be shared.

The weekly Upper Clutha Messenger is a local communications lifeline: 40 pages of classifieds, display ads and community notices for everything from the local croquet club to pony poo, free home delivery. Continue reading “Crime Line Wanaka”

A local place for local people

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Every car passing is an event in our quiet cul-de-sac and even at the family dinner table, all our heads automatically turn to look at the rattle of a bike or the sound of a passing voice. We’re slightly elevated on our section and, being orientated the opposite way from most of our neighbours, have a clear view back down the rest of the street. Continue reading “A local place for local people”