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Wednesday, 12 August 2020

The shape of water and some other good things in Wales.

 


I am back in Wales. In the tiny village of Y Ferwig at Createspace Wales


Feeling very lucky to be here, keeping cool while the south east swelters.

Trying to think positively while all around me the world struggles with Covid-19.

Finding it hard.


So this morning I typed a list of positive words about this place. Things to be grateful for.

One of the traits of resilient people is to be able to identify good things around them, however small. 

 

I found this  TED talk about resilience a helpful reminder of how to keep going when the going gets tough.




The words that came to my mind mostly relate to nature. I have been walking down single track lanes to the coast, marvelling at the abundance of plants in the hedgerows. Feasting on blackberries and swimming in the bracing sea at Mwnt beach.


Here is my list.


HEDGEROW

BLACKBERRIES

SEA

SUNLIGHT

QUIET

BIRDSONG

SWALLOW

DEW LADEN GRASS

PINK STRING

COBWEBS IN THE MORNING SUN

SEA MIST

COLD SEA SWIMMING

THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER

COWS CHEWING 

GNOME PARTY

VERDANT



Most self explanatory. Gnome party is happening right now in the polytunnel at the top of the garden. 

It is a signal of hope.

Of how the imagination allows freedom, particularly if you are a child.


gnome party in the poly tunnel


Pink string; a cheerful choice. 



pink string



Talking to cows is always worthwhile.




inquisitive cow



Late afternoon sun on the roadside flora.




hedgerow


Some paths are a little too lush. Nettles and brambles in abundance.


verdant pathway



And of course there are the campers.

With a view of the sea from the top of a field.

All very tidy and organised.

It is the sound of happy holiday makers rising up onto the cliff top from the beach below that I refer to in 'the sounds of summer'.

A hundred happy people's voices melded into one characteristic soundtrack.




a room with a view





tidy campers



I have collected some leaves and flowers and had a go at mono printing.


hedgerow monoprint





leaves from the hedgerow


Finding inspiration is a struggle right now.

I am uncertain where all of this is leading. 


So I keep reminding myself that inspiration comes when it is ready. It is OK not to have a plan.


I'll just keep walking, and occasionally come across moments of magic that set me free.




Like the sight of sunlight on the sea at Mwnt from the top of the cliff.


A meditative moment that will linger long in my memory.


Monday, 21 December 2015

Everything is coming up roses...... Christmas in Gore

this is Gore


Here I am, in paradise.

Well not really Paradise; I went there last weekend, and it was. Paradise is near Queenstown, in LOTR country.

I am in Gore , Southland , New Zealand South island. A small town surrounded by spectacular options for landscape photography.




Dairy farming country.

Where cows are plentiful, along with green grass and plenty of rain.

cows in a meadow


Where the roads are quiet and wide, and I can walk to work.



my daily commute


Tractors are a popular mode of transport.


on the road


And bulldozers are handy for tidying the garden.






The local hills are gentle and rolling


sundown


And the gardens are full of roses



Christmas roses




Roses filled compost heap


As you can see I could wax lyrical for some time.

But it is Christmas ......

and I have work to do.

My other half (OH) and youngest child are arriving on Christmas Day for a holiday.

And obviously Christmas dinner is first and foremost on OH's mind.


Hams and salads, strawberries and pavlova are the local favourites for the Christmas feast.

But we are ENGLISH

and must do things properly.

I mentioned to OH that I couldn't find a turkey, and that maybe a chicken would do.

SILLY ME

Of course it wouldn't do.

I mentioned that I couldn't find Christmas pudding either, and immediately OH volunteered to bring one, having only the day before muttered about  the extra weight of carrying a lens filter that I needed and asked him to add to his luggage......

PRIORITIES PLEASE

Food first.

I was getting worried.

But then I struck lucky.

I found the ENGLISH section in the local supermarket

English foods in New World Supermarket

Well never has a photo that I posted in Facebook engendered so much discussion and amusement.

I shall stop posting landscapes and post pictures of food instead....

Sandwich spread; 'sick in a jar'

tinned haggis; ' yum yum' ( ironic of course)

Branston pickle; sold out.........

Creamy Reeses? what on earth is that. certainly not ENGLISH

It was suggested that most of these foods were last normal fare in England when ration books were still available.

So we could feast on a tinned steak pie and some Birds custard......

Or I could cook a real meal, which I will endeavour to do ...........and not a chicken in sight.

Plus a flaming pudding along with brandy butter AND brandy sauce. Just like we always do.......


Epic beer

All washed down with some Epic Armageddon beer, and some local wine.


Followed by a walk in the park to see the local reindeer and the Christmas sheep.



Gore's very own stag

Gore's Christmas sheep


Happy Christmas everyone!



I'm off to Paradise.




Paradise, New Zealand

sheep in Paradise



Wednesday, 23 April 2014

monologue of a lone hiker in Paradise

birches © caroline fraser 2014

Easter in Glenorchy.

Autumn colours in full force.





En route to Paradise via the River Jordan……..





The river Jordan was small enough to drive through even without a 4x4, which was fortunate as I really wanted to get to Paradise.

Having seen Top of the Lake last year , directed by Jane Campion, I have yearned to reach this particular destination to see if it really is the home of drug dealing, heavily tattooed bad, child abusing people.

And just to say that I have been there.

Tick.



the River Jordan


The sun came out as I drove through and on to the end of the road.

Lord of the Rings country too, but I don't watch or read that, so I can't tell you which quest, battle, or volume of the novels I was heading towards. I am not enamoured with fantasy quests.


the road from Paradise


I got to the end of the road, finally stumped by a larger ford and my low slung Datsun.


I did some tourist attractions ( sheep, river, lake), and walked through a forest and communed with a robin and some moss.


sheep on the wrong side of the fence wishing he was on the right side……….





small trees

big trees

mosses

new zealand robin


And I felt very safe.

No baddies.  Just Japanese tourists asking me what they might see down the road in terms of 'big attractions' - I was tempted to say 'trees and sheep and mountains' - but I was polite and informed them that there were no specific 'big attractions', just more of the same, which in my view was a pretty massive attraction.



SO WHAT WENT WRONG THE NEXT DAY?


It started at Moke Lake ( where Top of the Lake was really filmed, near Queenstown, not Paradise….)


same view, different van


Last time I visited I walked around the lake with a  random stranger that I met who happened to be a German psychotherapist called Ulrika. I set off to do the same again, but a little voice started nagging in my head………

you've done that before

it's quite a long walk, and you need to get back to Gore before it gets dark…..

why don't you explore the other path into the mountains?

good plan. it's on a dirt track so I can't get lost.




into the mountains

remember last time you joked with Ulrika about the 10 things you should carry when out in the mountains, and how you never had most of them?

I seem to remember we only had food and water, but felt significantly better equipped clothes-wise than the two lovely young girls wearing bikinis……

So can you remember what the 10 things are?

mmmmm. lets see


  1. water          got that
  2. food……..  no; but I have just had lunch. I left my emergency snack in the car. I now have two bags of emergency snacks in the car.
  3. matches…. no. I did see some in the supermarket for $3, and decided not to buy as everywhere I go it says 'no fires'...
  4. torch……. got that …. but why did I buy such a heavy one?
  5. sunscreen and sunglasses……. yes, and I am wearing a cap… and is it really true that computers give out UV light that causes cataracts as suggested in a cinema ad? Should I wear sunglasses when working on my laptop? Is that why Victoria Beckham always wears shades even when indoors?
  6. map………no……….I can't get lost if I stay on the track…
  7. compass………not much use without a map…..
  8. knife…..what would I do with that? anyway, I have a fear of knives. Too many family traumas based around knives.
  9. extra clothes…….. got my merino vest in my rucksack; just might be a bit cold taking everything off in order to put it on.
  10. first aid kit……are you serious; there is nothing useful in a first aid kit; did you think a tube of Savlon will help if I have a heart attack? or a sticking plaster for a broken leg? Remember when you were at Camber Sands and a boy emerged from the sea dripping with blood. You asked the beach patrol for a first aid kit and there was absolutely nothing in it that would be useful for stopping bleeding. A hanky from my pocket did the job.

So you did register your intentions with someone, so they will know where to look for you when you don't turn up at work on Tuesday?

Well no, not really; I changed my mind after I set off this morning, and so no one has the faintest idea where I am.  And my mobile phone doesn't work here, so that's not really very good at all. So I'll have to be very careful not to fall over, stray from the path or have a heart attack.

I have wondered about getting a personal locator beacon, but it seems a bit over the top for the walks that I do on my own. 

But remember the story the guide told you recently about the girl who went slightly off piste on the Milford track and nearly died after 3 days in the cold, lost in the bush ….

yes , I do 

and still I like to live a little dangerously

'little' being the operative word here.

If I have to die in the bush, then so be it. At least I will die in a nice place.

Anyway, I am only going for a little explore, and so lets enjoy the scenery and stop thinking about how irresponsible I am being.


I started from the three poplar trees and headed up river……..


What about the other day when you were up at the gold mine?

What about it?

Well you could have been clubbed to death by the dodgy looking  man carrying a pick axe.

Indeed I could. But instead I was really brave and passed the time of day with his mate, who told me they were 'mineral collectors'. Why they needed to go up the mountain under cover of darkness remains a mystery; I was hurrying back down before it got dark. And I had my torch.

You never know who you might meet, all alone in the middle of nowhere.

I know. But if I let that worry me I would never go anywhere. All the same, I would be enjoying this walk much more if OH was here to protect me.

So how far up this road are you going to go then?

Well I'd like to see what's around the corner, even if I don't make it to Arthur's Point.






It's not the most beautiful view of the weekend, but I've started so I'll finish . I need the exercise after 4 weeks of sitting on a couch nursing a sprained ankle.





Well you needn't have worried about nobody finding you, there are horses using this track. Presumably with riders.

That's good.

But if you are going to worry, you might as well add rock falls to the list.

One of those could do you in. Remember a lady died a few weeks ago when a rock fell on her car somewhere in New Zealand.





Well I'll just have to walk quickly under this bit then.


And how long is it going take you to realise that it's not just horses that use this road?






Ah. Cows. Not again. I've already had to abandon a lovely walk down to the Dart River due to the small matter of a very large bull between me and the river.


Now I am worried.

This is a narrow road.

If I meet a bull or even a group of cows around the next bend where would I go?

Up is a steep unstable rock face.

Down is a steep fall into the river.

Can cows climb up rocks?





I haven't seen any cows. Where are they. How fresh is this dung? 

A day old possibly, as it is slightly dry. That's good then. 


You are being really silly now. The cows are way down the hill in the old goldmine area.

See!





Phew. That's a relief. Now I can get on with my walk and relax.


**********


But what if there are more cows around the corner?

All this worry might give me a heart attack, and I haven't seen anyone around since I set off.

Can't you see there are two people over there?





So there are. And the cows will get them first, for sure.

But what are they doing coming down out of the bush?

What are they carrying?

GUNS!

A man was killed last week accidentally while out hunting by another hunting party that didn't see him.

What if they don't see me, but see a deer up here………..

Should I shine my torch at them?

Calm down. They are on their way home, and so are you.

Go back to the lake and feed the ducks.

You are not fit to be let out on your own.

Go and eat your snack and next time you go out, follow the advice that you have been studiously ignoring. 

Serves you right if you didn't enjoy yourself.



ducks at Moke Lake


shot with my camera. no guns involved.

P.S. In case you are concerned for my irresponsible nature, if I had been going for a proper hike I would, of course, have had all 10 items on the list. Or preferably gone with someone else who did.



Here are some useful links for sensible people.

The ten essentials a video to remind me lest I forget.

Plan and prepare - the outdoor safety code from the Dept of Conservation , New Zealand.

how I like to see cows - headed home for milking





Saturday, 28 September 2013

and so begins the rest of my life in which the trees are full of gold and the sheep have antlers




in which the trees are full of gold



And so begins the rest of my life................

in which I am devoid of regular employment, having resigned from a very good but completely exhausting job, and am now a free agent

free to go to New Zealand in 2014

free to work where I like, when I like

free to say 'no thank you'  to starting work at 7.30am and finishing at 8pm


free to be penniless if I choose..........which I almost certainly won't, as I always always need new camera gear and will want to travel to wild and beautiful places starting with Scotland.

So here I am in Nairn.

Where the days are warm and balmy, and I am sunburnt at the end of September.

Where the carpets are green and swirly


where the carpets are green and swirly


and the ice cream now comes in Irn Bru flavour, where once vanilla was all that one could possibly require or imagine, being creamy and soft and quite the most delicious treat at the Links tearoom that I visited  every August as a child.




Irn Bru ice cream


The road signs in Nairn are very different from those in suburban south east England.


There are signs for cows, signs for sheep and signs for passing places. One of the wonderful things about the town is the fact that you only have to drive 5 or 6 miles before the scenery changes from gentle farmland into moorland with rolling hills of heather. Passing places appear as the roads narrow to a single track, and the managed forest gives way to a more traditional landscape.



and the sheep have antlers 

The leaves are turning sooner than down south


the leaves are turning

at Loch an Eilein
and at Loch an Eilein the bracken on the hillside is the colour of custard when seen from a distance.

My friend and I ran up Cairngorm mountain , chiefly to avoid paying £16 to take a guided walk at the top. If you walk up you are allowed to ascend right to the summit. Those who take the easy way up, in the funicular railway, not only miss the pleasure of puffing and panting for 2 hours on the ascent, but also are not allowed to walk to the summit unless they take a guided tour for a tidy sum.

As the vast majority of punters don't take the healthy and somewhat more challenging option, we had the summit to ourselves on what must have been one of the most wind free days of the year in a place where the winds can gust up to 200mph.


Cairngorm summit; the proof 

So day one of my new regime included a mountain climb, a red squirrel lunch stop, a hike around a loch and a whisky mint julep.

This is definitely the life.

OH informs me that one of my walls back home has been painted a striking shade of blue........ oh horror of horror; what happened to off-white or hints of dingy and magnolia?

I am keeping quietly out of the way in the hope that it will be finished by the time I return and he will be over the shock.