Week Thirty-One: Local pottering with friends

My friend from England has been visiting this week. While we have been working she has been ski-ing and exploring, and when we haven't been working, we have all been pottering about Arrowtown and drinking wine!

 

Week Twenty-three: Frost and ice

Well, it is winter and the frosts are hard in our back garden.

Down by the river, none of these runs look particularly appealing in the frost and ice.

Are you feeling cold yet? My hands certainly were by the time I had finished taking these phots, so I was pleased to return to my warm house. Double-glazing is my new best friend. I pity the poor folk who lived here...

Week 42: Aspects of Arrowtown

I took my camera for a walk so that I could get some shots of the areas where I usually run. The Arrow River Track is bursting with vibrant green and resonant with bird song.

Meanwhile, things are peaceful and still at the cemetery and cenotaph. You would be hard-pressed to find a more tranquil final resting place.

From the cenotaph the little village looks likes Toytown.

The Chinese settlment on the outskirts of the village preserves the little huts in which the Chinese gold-miners made their temporary homes. It's picturesque in the spring sunshine but the hastily erected dwellings would have been bitterly cold in winter.

Marching past the row of poplars, views on the way back open out over Michael Hill's golf course and the road up the Remarkables.