|Here and there|
I am supposed to be creating photographic masterpieces, but something has gone wrong.
Big sky is full of blue. Not a cloud to be seen.
So I told myself to go exploring, and not worry about making masterpieces. Worrying never got masterpieces made....
First stop; get some fruit. Food nourishes the artist.
I chose these. The shop was unmanned.
I placed my money in the slot. Very honest are the kiwis around here.
|honesty box and honesty card reader|
Next stop a cup of coffee in Alexandra.
And the wraps looked good, so I bought one for my cycle ride.
I was off to cycle on the Central Otago rail trail.
I started in Lauder, one of the most dramatic sections of the trail.
The incredibly friendly people at the Station Cafe in Lauder had a bike, and let me hire it for a few hours.
I set off up the hill.
The shelter at Poolburn has a grate and fireplace for a log fire. This is the coldest part of South Island in winter.
By the time I had made it up the hill and through two tunnels it was time for lunch.
I cycled on to the viaduct.
|Poolburn Gorge viaduct|
A friendly guy, Gene Link, from Minnesota very kindly acted as my cinematographer while I demonstrated that I really can ride a trail bike. I love the fact that everyone talks to each other here in South Island. And I also owe Gene a big 'thank you' for 'mending' my bike after I dropped it. He very helpfully showed me how to turn the front wheel round the right way.
I stopped for another bite to eat - seed cake this time- I am 'well healthy' most of the time..... as has been confirmed by a young lad at the supermarket checkout back home.
The way back to Lauder was happily all down hill.
I was hot and thirsty, and it was time for tea and another friendly chat. I learned that the population of Lauder is 12.
|Tea at the station cafe.|
As you can see, the photographer was not being very creative while cycling.
I slept in historic Ophir, and for the next 24 hours I tried to do better.
I set off on my way to Ranfurly, down empty roads in the sunshine.
|Ida valley road|
I travelled some miles in completely the wrong direction. OH ( my other half) would have realised immediately that the sun was facing the wrong way. I am not so astute.
I found wire.
I found two very friendly gold panners, who showed me their gold.
I found colourful beehives.
And a slightly artistic hill.
I was told by several people along the way to go to the village of Cambrian to say 'hello' to Bob Berry.
Now that seemed a step too far. I have never heard of Bob. Or Cambrian.
But I went, as advised, and found him. He was having tea with some woofers from France, but made me most welcome too.
(WOOFER= World wide opportunities on organic farms).
He is a keen gardener and his village is full of trees.
His chickens are friendly too.
If you want to know more about Bob's garden look here on Pamela's blog.
|tea at Bob's house|
I also popped into the old schoolhouse, where I found some desks that took me back a few years.
|Cambrian; school house|
|the school room|
I found the rest area. Who could not wish to take a rest under these trees on a hot day?
|typical home in Cambrian|
Still no arty photos.
But so many lovely people and friendly conversations.
And I had better not tell you about driving my small car over the mountain on a 'road' that was really a mud track....
By the end of the day a few long white clouds had appeared, and I arrived in Ranfurly on the Maniototo plain.
|long white cloud|
No Grahame Sydney inspired photos today.
But I have been here and there, east and west....
|here and there|