Monthly Archives: February 2018

Sean Donald has been Knighted

Gig at the (extremely strange*) Playhouse Theatre, about 2 minutes down the track on Westdale Road from us here in Mapua on Friday night. Now, until last week, I couldn’t have told Sean Donald from a cabbage, but anyone Flora … Continue reading

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…up the Motueka valley, there’s a one-lane bridge without signage. Or there’s signage without a one-lane bridge. Probably the former. This turned up on the sandspit at Motueka beach. Shame to leave it lying around….

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Not all of Riwaka’s apples ended up on Aporo Kina Beach. Some got stuck in the wire netting around the local tennis court. A lot were swept around until they ended up in a hollow somewhere. And this is just … Continue reading

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De-seed heritage tomatoes, drizzle with extra virgin olive oil, season with sea salt and ground pepper and sprinkle with chopped thyme, marjoram and oregano and finely sliced garlic. 80 degrees Celcius with the oven door slightly ajar for 12 hours … Continue reading

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Kina Beach? Yeah, nah…

Kina Beach is a favourite 6km walk, enhanced by being a good source for kina (sea urchin) shells. Not this year. Found none. At all. They could possibly rename it Aporo Beach, a loan word in the Maori language for … Continue reading

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Munted (NZ slang) adj. refers to the property of an object (or person) as broken, ruined, significantly damaged, disfigured or deformed, often to the extent that it is not reversable or repairable. Moturoa/Rabbit Island is an 8km long barrier island, … Continue reading

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Not that I know anything about this stuff…

…., but it looks as if someone didn’t read the instructions… It probably says “1000 litres per hectare” Not per square metre. Undoubtably a bloke. We do stupid stuff like that…

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