December Day Thirty

I've started my daily(ish) hill climbs again. I haven't walked since March when I broke one of my toes. I hobbled around and 5-6 weeks later stumbled and broke a second bone in the same toe. Luckily they were both healed in time for me to put my dancing shoes on for my party, and then my gumboots on for calving.

With things quietening down on the farm for me, and rapidly losing my fitness, I thought I'd better start up again. I did a few walks in November, when the mornings were misty and the Manuka was just starting to flower

This was a gorgeous morning —

I stopped for about 3 weeks. Now, with the longer days and summer weather, I'm not getting the same misty views—

The knob below is what I call 'Burnt Sign Hill' (long story but dating back to the fire that went through about 10 years ago). When I feel energetic I climb it (It's approx. a 3.5km walk depending on my route if I get as far as this point) —

These are from up the top of Burnt Sign Hill, showing some of the track I walk on —

This morning when I crossed the road to get to the hill track, I saw the MOML was crossing the cows over to a fresh paddock of grass. He was still in the shed, milking - you can do this in the weekend when there is no traffic!

It was actually a peaceful day here today, with all our little families at various beaches around the county-side. YD's dogs are having a sleepover for a few nights.

First thing in the morning toilet break —

Afternoon swim —

(A couple of poplars fell over in one of our wet weather events over the year. We're waiting for the water to come down a little more so we can tidy them up.)
The water is beautiful and clear at the moment and the boys had a ball.

Dinner tonight was delicious, using some more of my glut of zucchini. Mum thought I had used fancy yellow bowls but it was two of the yellow giants with a mince mixture inside. Yummy.

'til next time.,

happy stitches,

Raewyn