Faraway And Over The Hill

Back home in Ohope Beach for Dad's 80th. Its wintertime here. Bit of a shivery smile here.

Every morning at 7.30 Dad walks over the hill to Otarawairere Bay. Here's the routine, unchanged for decades. First on the agenda: Cuppa tea and wait for sun to come. It's the Eastern most point of the world so first to see the light, wouldyabelieve. Here it comes...

Nearly here...

And it's here! A scorcha! I was actually seeing red stripes all day after taking these snaps. 

Now we're off. My neice Devan came too.

Climb climb, huff puff. Knee creak, oh heck.

Me , Devan and Dad at the top o hill.

Now down to Otarawai Bay...

Oh no! they're doing work on the path, so we cant go any further. Crikey! Bit of drama! Change in plan! Turn around.

And climb down back home...

 

Poppi's standing guard.

 

Past the surboads and succulents..

Past the wee boy in the garden

Take shoes off and back inside so Devan and I can reclaim the couches.

And look out at the view.

 

So yeah, All g for go here. What's your morning been like?