Here we go again
Perhaps waving goodbye to flights from the top of Queenstown Hill was a daft thing to do as Marti and Robbie could not see us, despite the frantic arm movements and the bright orange I wore. It was a glorious walk; it always is a good work out but Saturday was particularly sunny, clear and crisp day. The frost cloaked the hill and dusted the paths; a mixture of white crystals and brown dirt, as boot marks scrubbed it all away leaving a slushy, slippy goo behind. Where it could, the sun torched the rest away. The sun is much weaker in mid-winter but still warming enough to notice it; definitely colder when you are not in it. Marti and Robbie popped down from Auckland for a few days to give us both some moral support and good cheer. We dragged them out on a walk around the lake and river before brunch on their first day with us. Marti was not a well bunny, sporting a black eye from a previo...