The other day we had news of a couple of whale strandings. The first of these occurred up north and, with the help of a huge team of volunteers, it was possible to save about two thirds of the pod. The second though occurred over on Farewell Spit in Golden Bay, a very remote location. The whole pod died, more than 100 Pilot Whales. There’s something about Farewell Spit that makes it a real death trap for whales, strandings are quite common. But is there something more sinister going on?
We’ve had my son and his wife to stay over Christmas. Both are keen readers and last night saw four people sitting with open books in front of a blank, silent TV. A quiet and very enjoyable evening, long periods of silence broken occasionally by patches of conversation! Is that what we did before TV?
And here’s a couple of (New Zealand) Christmas images to go with my best wishes:
Our pohutukawa tree is almost in full bloom now, I’d say about three-quarters completed. That is enough to really draw in the garden birds.
This popular festival is coming up this date next month, a photographer’s delight and a good reason to visit Christchurch. It’s not just the performers,
The other night was a “fellowship night” at my Rotary club: no speaker, just time for us to talk amongst ourselves. My friend Barry Brown is a trustee for the estate of Peter Dixon, a former president of our club. Our conversation touched on an event a few years ago which really deserves to be told.
A strong northerly blew up on the weekend, coinciding with an outgoing tide. That’s usually a recipe for some reasonably large waves at the entrance to Nelson harbour. There were very few boats out, people had obviously heard the weather forecast. There was a bit of entertainment for watchers on the hill, however.