Category Archives: Classic stuff
Eggs from pampered chooks from the nice ladies at the Old Post Office Store in Upper Moutere. They once didn’t have any. “Oh, Katie and Owen (Katie Gold, ceramic artist, Owen Bartlett, potter, live across the road) are away. I’ll … Continue reading
(Disclosure: Not a left-footer) You’re Catholic. The Good Book says “FISH” There is none. Can’t even do the fish-and-loaf-of-bread thing. Something from the “Vegetarian Butcher” on the Nelson Saturday market, then… (I kid you not…)
There are some very dubious structures popping up on the ridge just up the road. Patrice, the local Gallic eccentric, reckons that they’re chimneys for fireplaces. FOUR of them? It doesn’t get THAT cold around here. I reckon that the … Continue reading
We have a tradition. Two things: One. Christmas Eve is the primary Christmas celebration in Germany. Family gets together, big meal, open pressies, go to church Two. Ms NTNDP’s folks used to be dairy farmers. Cattle need milking late in … Continue reading
…puts what little brain I have left into reverse. Bloody hell. Richmond Mall. PS The Nelson Santa Parade this year featured a Maori Santa, causing quite a commotion. Littlies expecting a chubby white dude with a beard got a chappy … Continue reading
You might think so, but the sign addresses the idiots who’d think nothing of slinging a line into the Salt Water pool (in the immediate foreground) at Port Motueka. Otherwise, it’s a pretty long cast….
…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….