Sunday November 16 2025. A quiet Sunday afternoon at home Monday November 17 2025. Downtown on the bus. Coffee (and a fluffy), a walk through the mall and then the library. Tuesday November 18 2025. Toitu museum. Wednesday November 19 2025. Down town again Thursday November 20 2025. The garden is bursting out all over Friday November 21. The pontoon at Portobello Saturday November 22. Our parish pilgrimage, along the harbour, then to Quarantine Island, then back for Evening

Body mind and Spirit 2 My grandparents' house, Pareora, 1959. A crop from a larger photo: Whites Aviation Ltd: Photographs. Ref: WA-49654. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. /records/32241104 When I was a very small child my family spent holidays in what was, to me, the most wonderful place on earth, Pareora, a tiny village just South of Timaru. My grandfather worked there as chief shepherd at the freezing works and Nan and Pop had a house which seemed enorm

50 weeks seems like a milestone, and one that has come around surprisingly quickly. This week has been about returning to New Zealand. I can't really say it's been a homecoming because "home is where the heart is" and there's much of my heart still in Australia. Sunday November 9 2025. There is a trash filter rigged up across the mouth of Iron Cove Creek, where it empties into the cove. The filter works very well, as far as I can see, and for as long as I've been walking aro

Staying this week with my son and his family in Sydney. Sunday November 2 2025. Sculpture by the sea exhibition, Bondi Beach. Monday November 3 2025. Near Barrenjoey. Tuesday November 4 2025. Downtown Sydney Wednesday November 5 2025. Pacific coast, Sydney Thursday November 6 2025. Cycling in Olympic Park Friday November 7 2025. The restaurant at the Sydney Opera House Saturday November 8 2025. Haru

Introduction: The puzzles of language During the Covid lockdown I read through the New Testament in Greek, and, because my Greek isn't very good, I had to have an English translation open beside me. I read through the Greek text painfully and slowly, one word at a time, which meant of course, that I also read the English text painfully and slowly, one word at a time, and was often surprised by the way the English translators had rendered the original text. The fact that ther

From Nick's house we walk about three blocks. In the space of ten minutes we change suburbs from Five Dock to Rodd Point, cross Timbrell Drive, and arrive at the shore of Iron Cove, one of the many large, unpredictably sprawling side hustles which the Parramatta River forms as it merges into Sydney Harbour. The Bay Run makes a 7km circuit of the cove, crossing a small bridge over Iron Cove Creek at one end and a large one carrying Victoria Road at the other. The path is fl

Early on Monday we flew across the Tasman to Melbourne and then drove a rental car across rural Victoria and New South Wales to Sydney, via Kyneton, Betbet, Bendigo, Yackandandah, the Snowy Mountains, Cooma, Canberra, Bungendore and Goulburn, before arriving in Sydney in the afternoon of Hallowe'en. We stayed in large cities and a tiny country town. We drove through a State forest and through farmland. We climbed a tortuous road to an altitude of 1500 metres and descended ag

T he Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. This is a week of journeys, long and small. Sunday October 19 2025. Her favourite toys are a little set of plastic figurines and their house. On the box it says they are bears, and that's what she calls them, even though the

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