We used to play tossing the caber in Scotland (sounds a bit rude when you say it just like that). On one occasion I threw the pole into the air and it went up ok but not forward. It came back and landed flat on my head. If you add that to the time when I fell backwards whilst skating with hob nailed boots on the iced school playground and smashed my head on the concrete......It is no wonder that I act strangely from time to time.
How fabulous! I love Te Anau too, and this stirs memories for me,so I'll go ahead and hope they don't bore you. In the late sixties my girlfriend Wendy and I, aged eighteen, did "hostessing" on the boat that took people to Glade House at the start of the Milford Track. I recall that the naughtiest children who ever came on the boat were the progeny of Lockwood Smith, who was Minister of Education at the time! As newly trained, idealistic young school teachers with no children of our own, Wendy and I were horrified and maybe a tiny bit judgmental ...
On the way back we would frequently pick up deer hunters, and once they carried a tiny fawn whose mother had been shot onto the boat, a delightful little creature with enormous eyes. The tenderness with which the hunters treated the fawn was a stark contrast to the sudden death they had inflicted on its mother.
Great photos! Ahh the canny Scots eh. No need for expensive sporting equipment. Got a rock? Got a telegraph pole? You’re good to go.
Gotta be good for the soul, body, head and whatever…… enjoy!
We were lucky enough to live in the Manapouri Hydro Village in the late 60s. Its a special part of the world. Enjoy.
Go well.
Visited this beautiful lake and surrounding area in February. Wondered why it had taken me so long. Thanks for the lovely photos. Have fun.
Okay - the weather forecast for Fiordland has suddenly become meaningful. Go well.
Enjoy enjoy enjoy
Have a fantastic trip!
Cool. Keep the LongJohns handy and the 5kms regular
Fantastic!
Fired up on Easter eggs, and he's off! Can you bring us back photos of the Aurora?
Enjoy
You can’t beat the deep south on a good day.
Loved the hoots and the cabers.
We used to play tossing the caber in Scotland (sounds a bit rude when you say it just like that). On one occasion I threw the pole into the air and it went up ok but not forward. It came back and landed flat on my head. If you add that to the time when I fell backwards whilst skating with hob nailed boots on the iced school playground and smashed my head on the concrete......It is no wonder that I act strangely from time to time.
Love your prose. So alive!
Go, you intrepid thing you! Have a wonderful time.
How fabulous! I love Te Anau too, and this stirs memories for me,so I'll go ahead and hope they don't bore you. In the late sixties my girlfriend Wendy and I, aged eighteen, did "hostessing" on the boat that took people to Glade House at the start of the Milford Track. I recall that the naughtiest children who ever came on the boat were the progeny of Lockwood Smith, who was Minister of Education at the time! As newly trained, idealistic young school teachers with no children of our own, Wendy and I were horrified and maybe a tiny bit judgmental ...
On the way back we would frequently pick up deer hunters, and once they carried a tiny fawn whose mother had been shot onto the boat, a delightful little creature with enormous eyes. The tenderness with which the hunters treated the fawn was a stark contrast to the sudden death they had inflicted on its mother.
Hope you enjoy the big walk David!
Enjoy!