Photo albums and a cup of tea in bed. A trip down memory lane. We access past events through images, though I don't remember being at any of these, I do enjoy seeing them. Looking at the little girl I was. Family times. How they change.
Summer snow on the hills is not unusual in the south. It comes and goes. As do people for books. Ken Cook, who used to take Lionel to church, drops by. He chats for ages after he's chosen. Passing time till he goes to feed his wife, in care with dementia. We have a Te Anau connection. Ken drove trucks and excavaters for contractors breaking in the land of the Basin in the 1950's. Says he used to drive up from Invercargill for the weekend and work for free because he loved driving big vehicles. It was like the Wild West, rules were broken, people practical and the work hard. Fiordland was remote and the penny drops for me. Being brought up in this place at this time has given me an inclination to seek out places less travelled...my favourites over the years, Myanmar, Malawi, Ethiopia, Alaska, Yemen.
Late afternoon. I'm taken by surprise when a super enthusiastic garage saler, Karen, calls in. She looks takes me in hand with pricing and selects a box and a half of stuff I didn't think would sell. I head to Clyde and my mates, Maxine and Debbie. At Max's shop spinning yarns. We finish the evening spinning more on Max's verandah. These two have become drop in drinking mates. Clyde mates.
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