There’s a stream running through the campground here in Paekakariki, and before the crazy torrential rain of the past few days, there were a bunch of eels who would just hang out at a curve, waiting for leftovers, or a small child to come down for a chat. I wonder where they are now.
Her hand was just terrible. The elbow was pointing towards me, and her hand was on her hip, and as I got to working out that tricky part she went and moved, so here she is with a black spot instead of a hand.