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Day 45: Cook Strait to my Heart

We used to live in Wellington, then lived in Germany for a while, and the idea of travelling in a housebus for two years is that we get to see the whole of New Zealand before choosing where to settle down. Despite good intentions to keep our options open, crossing the Cook Strait felt like … Continue reading Day 45: Cook Strait to my Heart

Day 44: Sea Lace

Our housebus is parked on the edge of a wonderful marine reserve at the moment, on Wellington’s south coast. The rock pools look like aquariums filled with all the most amazing specimens, and the beach is strewn with paua shells, cat’s eyes, kina shells and more. I’ve I’ve been drawn to the wonderful sea-weedy things … Continue reading Day 44: Sea Lace

Day 43: Colossal

My knowledge of squids pales in comparison to my 4 year-old son’s. He is quite right in pointing out the tentacles are far too long and squiggly and I’ve drawn the arrowey tail all wrong. I am one up on him in the self-regulation stakes though, not having a complete melt-down that I can’t rub … Continue reading Day 43: Colossal

Day 42: Treasure I’ve been trusted with

At the moment a lot of my time is spent looking after things picked up off the ground, consoling children who can’t hold all the fallen leaves in their too-small hands, designating places for giant sticks (outside), pieces of gravel (pockets), and sea glass (we could make a bag out of my jersey, but we’re … Continue reading Day 42: Treasure I’ve been trusted with

Day 41: New Beginnings

Yesterday we crossed the Cook Strait on the Ferry from Picton to Wellington – the head of Te ika-a-Māui – the fish that Maui pulled from the sea to become the North Island of New Zealand. It feels like we’re leaving more than the South Island  behind us and a new part of our journey … Continue reading Day 41: New Beginnings

Day 32: Oxymel

The children were mucking about the campsite and Elliott and another almost 2 year old were spotted with some pretty fierce looking berries. There was a moment of panic, but after confirming that none had been eaten we were led to the source – an elderberry tree laden with perfectly ripe specimens. Not to be … Continue reading Day 32: Oxymel