Sunday morning has dawned sunny and clear – a nice change after a week of foggy, damp mornings. The girls have gone next door to feed the baby lambs and a calf or two and despite having the computer to myself for the first time for days, the fledgling internet connection has crashed and I can’t go on Facebook after all! 
Having spent every weekend so far (both of them!) looking at houses and plots of land, yesterday we decided to see a bit of the country and headed west to Raglan beach – a huge expanse of black volcanic sand with the longest waves I’ve ever seen. We had no wetsuits and weren’t feeling brave enough to go in, but had a lovely walk along the beach and then, in true British style had our sandwiches and thermos of tea in the car! As the tide turned, the car park filled with camper vans and surf dudes and we felt we were staring, so we headed home again. The countryside is spectacular – impossibly steep hills and gullys, all grassed and looking lush and green in the spring sunshine.
We have about 6 houses to look at this afternoon, some look hopeful while others are probably too big /expensive/too far out of town, but all worth a look. The one with the waterfall in the back garden just has to be seen!
Spent ages after breakfast clearing all the leaves and blossom out of the pool, only for the wind to blow and a lovely carpet of pink blossom to cover the surface again. It’s going to be a frustrating spring.
Miranda and her friends (no names yet) keep escaping from the chicken run. I’ve tried blocking up the obvious places, but still keep on finding them on the driveway. I know they can fly, but I really don’t think that’s how they’re escaping - they don’t seem able to fly back anyway. Miranda is far too fat to get any height at all, but she does lay the biggest eggs.
Having spent every weekend so far (both of them!) looking at houses and plots of land, yesterday we decided to see a bit of the country and headed west to Raglan beach – a huge expanse of black volcanic sand with the longest waves I’ve ever seen. We had no wetsuits and weren’t feeling brave enough to go in, but had a lovely walk along the beach and then, in true British style had our sandwiches and thermos of tea in the car! As the tide turned, the car park filled with camper vans and surf dudes and we felt we were staring, so we headed home again. The countryside is spectacular – impossibly steep hills and gullys, all grassed and looking lush and green in the spring sunshine.
We have about 6 houses to look at this afternoon, some look hopeful while others are probably too big /expensive/too far out of town, but all worth a look. The one with the waterfall in the back garden just has to be seen!
Spent ages after breakfast clearing all the leaves and blossom out of the pool, only for the wind to blow and a lovely carpet of pink blossom to cover the surface again. It’s going to be a frustrating spring.
Miranda and her friends (no names yet) keep escaping from the chicken run. I’ve tried blocking up the obvious places, but still keep on finding them on the driveway. I know they can fly, but I really don’t think that’s how they’re escaping - they don’t seem able to fly back anyway. Miranda is far too fat to get any height at all, but she does lay the biggest eggs.
I do hope these snapshots of our life keep you amused, please do add any comments you want, we always enjoy reading them.
Great pics, love the chicken stories, keep them coming!
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