Week Seventeen: Anzac Parade

Well, it rained on the parade, but as it drenched us all, it added atmosphere to the procession through Arrowtown to the centoaph, the raising and lowering of the flag, the playing of the last post and the laying of the wreaths.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

Week Sixteen: The United Colours of Arrowtown

We have such definite seasons in Arrowtown. Now the autumn brings frost in the morning, clear, crisp skies, rustling colourful leaves, and sunshine with showers. When the sun rises it warms the cold fence and creates clouds of steam in the back garden.

Here is the quintessential view of the Arrowtown miners' cottages at different times of day.

 

Other historic buildings look equally alluring at the moment.

The trees in their variety of shades provide the united colours of Arrowtown.

The views from the cenotaph are simply stunning.

 

And there are rich pickings to be found in the trees. 

 

 

Week Fifteen: Outdoor recreation

The serious business of eating pub lunch with friends:

The crisp colours of autumnal trees at Jardine Park:

And a walk around the ever-glorious Lake Hayes.

Week Fourteen: Boysenbeery!

More travel - this time to a friend's birthday in Upper Moutere. We stayed in the local pub; allegedly the oldest one in New Zealand.

They have a fabulous house on a boysenberry farm which, as these pictures show, is perfect for barbecues and gatherings of friends and family.

Nelson market has all the usual felt slippers, pots of honey and cakes of soap, and it was bustling on Easter weekend.

Upper Moutere is a great hop-growing region, and we all know that good hops make good beer, which can only be a good thing - so we went to check it out.