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365 Days. Week 47

Oct 25

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The 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 they look more like mice to me. I kinda like this one, left out after packing up, with the sun on his back and a long shadow before him.
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 they look more like mice to me. I kinda like this one, left out after packing up, with the sun on his back and a long shadow before him.
Monday October 20 2025. The museum. A large, powerful fish, caught decades ago and contained in a glass case.
Monday October 20 2025. The museum. A large, powerful fish, caught decades ago and contained in a glass case.
Tuesday October 21, 2025. A walk in the park, to feed the ducks. The pigeons are more brazen than the ducks and get to the food first.
Tuesday October 21, 2025. A walk in the park, to feed the ducks. The pigeons are more brazen than the ducks and get to the food first.
Wednesday October 22 2025. A walk on the beach
Wednesday October 22 2025. A walk on the beach
Thursday October 23 2025. Dunedin weather went beserk today. Trees ripped up, powerlines down. These old shops in South Dunedin withstood it all just fine.
Thursday October 23 2025. Dunedin weather went beserk today. Trees ripped up, powerlines down. These old shops in South Dunedin withstood it all just fine.
Friday October 24 2025. Signs of the Camino by our front door. We pass them as we leave this morning. We're not going as far as Spain, but once a peregrino, always a peregrino: every trip now feels like a pilgrimage.
Friday October 24 2025. Signs of the Camino by our front door. We pass them as we leave this morning. We're not going as far as Spain, but once a peregrino, always a peregrino: every trip now feels like a pilgrimage.
Saturday October 25 2025. Rolleston. We pause for a day or two to see our family.
Saturday October 25 2025. Rolleston. We pause for a day or two to see our family.

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