What was that?

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High tensile bolt
Snapped!

‘Oooh what was that?’ said Emma.

What, the unusually enormous cracking sound you just heard as we ever so cautiously departed the Wynyard service station (which had a particularly deep gutter).

‘Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing but I’ll just pull over and check’, I say in reply.

A minute or so later… ‘yep it’s all fine’, I report back.

But it wasn’t. It was broken. The tow hitch that is, the bit where the tow bar is bolted onto the chassis of the car was bent, and two of the four high tensile bolts had snapped (I know, impressive eh).  Of course we didn’t know this until we arrived in the little town of Rosebery some 150 or so kilometres later. Yes, we may have been lucky the caravan didn’t part ways with the car during that journey. But it didn’t and that is a very fine thing. Continue reading “What was that?” →

I’ll never know the joy of being a pirate

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Casting stones to eternity
Casting pebbles to eternity

I cast my pebble onto the shore of eternity,
To be washed by the Ocean of Time.
It has shape form and substance.
It is me.

One day I will be no more,
But my pebble will remain here
One the shore of Eternity
Mute witness for the aeons.
That I came today and stood,
At the edge of the world.

Brian Inder

Deep huh? I wonder what it means? Each of us is akin to a pebble in the ocean of life? Time washes over us, and though we come and go the effects of what we do and who we were carries on? Continue reading “I’ll never know the joy of being a pirate” →

Just a question of will

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How do you go about instilling will from within? Being parents of a 9 and 7 year old we often muse over this and discuss it with others. Every now and then Amy and Oliver take upon themselves the desire to do the things we think they ought. At other times they seem to resist with as much strength as they can muster.

I love to hike. I love being outdoors. I love seeing the world the way it was before people meddled with it. I love the feeling that my legs can go all day, up and down whatever is in front of them and no matter how heavy the pack. I love the feeling that comes when you finally take a load off tired feet and I love the satisfaction that comes with knowing I did that (whatever it was). I would love Amy and Oliver to love these things too. Continue reading “Just a question of will” →