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 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.